"Seventh junior brother, don't get smug, having found a treasure of a disciple in Lu Chen, you're rising in our master's estimation!"
Zhao Desheng said irritably as he got up, patting his clothes, but he patted his wound and grimaced in pain.
He had to admit, the injury caused by Lu Chen's fire was more than he could bear.
It felt as if...
It was directly scorching his soul.
Zhu Chongjiu immediately burst into laughter, "Fifth senior brother, I'm still the same old me, the one rising in influence is none other than Lu Chen."
Lu Chen looked distressed, he just wanted to cultivate in peace, but Zhu Chongjiu's praise had put him in the spotlight within the sect, which was inconvenient for his actions to come.
As for Casting Gear Pavilion, Lu Chen really didn't care much about it; he only wanted to learn some formation paths, ultimately planning to leave the sect and rescue his father in the Abyss.
