"Daozi Lu, may I have a moment?"
The tall and burly Zhong Xiu suddenly called out to them, his simple and honest face still wearing a smile, "This doesn't seem to be the way to the Wanxiang Pavilion, does it?"
"..."
Lu Mingchuan was startled for a moment, not expecting the barbarians of Southern Hong to be so perceptive.
However, he wasn't the least bit flustered and instead replied with a smile, "We're just taking a detour to pick up some information. You know, Brother Dao, we rely on this for our livelihood, but if you're in a hurry, you can go back to the sect first."
If it were anyone else, they would be troubling the Wanxiang Pavilion and wouldn't dare to refuse.
From the beginning to now, Zhong Xiu had never acted presumptuously, yet he refused without any hesitation now, "I'm indeed in a hurry, I hope Daozi Lu can understand."
"No problem."
Lu Mingchuan immediately turned around and changed direction, his lips curling up with a playful smile.
