When Lu Yu entered the depths of the Temple for the second time and saw the Great Elder, who was already gasping for breath, weakly leaning on a chair, his eyes still blazed with ambition and wisdom despite his frailty.
He was like a wolf king on the brink of weakness, yet as long as he drew breath, he would not allow anyone to usurp his place. However, the elder had now become too feeble, and the younger wolves had already unsheathed their claws and bared their fangs, ready to challenge him.
"Third Brother, some don't wish for our lord to reappear among the living," the weakened Great Elder suddenly said after dismissing everyone around him, and then he looked deeply at Lu Yu.
"What, how preposterous! Who would dare to impede our lord's awakening?" Lu Yu said, filled with righteous indignation, his eyes ablaze with zeal.
Seeing Lu Yu's demeanor, the Great Elder was very satisfied.
