Lu Zhen hurriedly made his way towards the ancestor palace, taking quick steps. In the blink of an eye, he had silently covered a hundred steps with just a simple step that looked more like an illusion.
There was no noise, and even his domineering presence was hard to detect, as if Lu Zhen were a ghost.
As he zoomed past the servants, even with his massive build, he couldn't be detected; only a gust of wind was left by the time the servants could process what happened, leaving countless of them stumped.
Soon, Lu Zhen arrived at the ancestor palace and couldn't help but chuckle.
Just like his Verdant Whirlwind, he had modified other martial arts he had learned until now.
