"Good morning, my younger brothers..."
At the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, upon seeing the disciples Qing Feng and Ming Yue again, Lu Wufei was just as happy.
Unlike Mount Taiping's City of Ten Thousand Demons, which was the foundation he had established,
The Wuzhuang Temple to him was like home.
The two disciples before his eyes were to him almost no different than family.
Although, since his last departure from the mountain, it had been less than two months.
"Brother Lu is up early..."
Ming Yue walked over quickly with a smile.
Qing Feng, who was following behind, looked at Lu Wufei and laughed: "Good morning, brother..."
"Were it not for our master's words, I might have thought I heard wrong..."
