Wu Lu, the master is here… my name wasn't added.
Wait a minute!
Zhang Yongshun, a terribly frightening thought suddenly sprang up in Zhang Tianhen's mind.
Could it be…
Just as he was thinking, an urgent, panting voice came from behind, "What! The master, the master is here! Where is he?"
Hearing the word "master" coming from Wu Lu's mouth, the hearts of the Zhang father and son instantly chilled by half.
As Zhang Tianhen, who had just been discussing business with Wu Lu, he knew very well that this was indeed Wu Lu's voice, no need to look back.
Looking back would only confirm this, only to add to the despair.
The biggest impression Chen Wei had of Wu Lu was that Taoist-like attire, hair coiled up like a ball at the top of his head with a hairpin, the whole person looked less like one of the four National Medical Saints and more like a Taoist hermit practicing in the deep mountains; he indeed had that immortal-like grace about him.
