At this moment, the Lu Family Ancestor, with his somewhat clouded eyes, looked at Lu Changsheng, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Ancestor, please speak."
Lu Changsheng said respectfully upon hearing this.
"I know you have your own opportunities and secrets, which is why I've always been guarded."
"But I hope you remember one thing, you are the son-in-law of the Lu Family of Qingzhu Mountain. We are one family, so Qingzhu Mountain is your support."
"You are not alone."
"If there's anything, you can always talk to me."
The Lu Family Ancestor spoke, his elderly voice exceedingly gentle, like that of an ordinary senior teaching his junior.
Lu Changsheng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
He could feel the sincerity in the words.
He could tell that now the Lu Family Ancestor was exuding an aura of death.
He knew that the battle at Red Leaf Valley had taken a toll on the already limited years of the Lu Family Ancestor.
