Among the ranks of the Luo family, the person leading the pack, surrounded and esteemed by all, was an elderly man who appeared to be in his fifties. With a clean-shaven, scholarly face, and slightly narrow, sparkling eyes, he looked at the young man clad in black opposite him, "Demon Lord, the person our Luo family is searching for is Chu Mo. What do you mean by bringing people here to block our way?"
"I don't like the look of you," the Demon Lord said indifferently.
"..." The elder felt an urge to vomit blood out of anger, glaring at the Demon Lord: "Demon Lord, don't be ungrateful. When the entire Immortal Realm was hunting you down, our Luo family didn't kick you when you were down!"
"Is that so?" the Demon Lord said calmly: "Isn't Luo Xiaochuan from your Luo family? Isn't Luo Xiaoming from your Luo family?"
The elder's face suddenly changed, and looking at the Demon Lord, his aura surged in an instant as he said sternly, "Luo Xiaochuan and Luo Xiaoming... did you kill them?"
