In front of Lu Shu, a narrow path ran through the countryside view. Clay walls and simple wooden fences lined the sides, outside of which stood tall horses and slaves armored with a saber each. The slaves kept an untidy hairstyle and were dressed in robes and boots.
At that instant, Lu Shu had the feeling that he had traveled back to ancient times. Honestly speaking, it felt more like he had traveled across time, rather than space.
In fact, Lu Shu would have rejected the gift from the Yu family if it had happened before that night because practically speaking, he needed their protection.
Yet, he did not care that much, and neither would he willingly become a slave. After all, he had initially turned Nie Ting down on his offer to make him the ninth Heavenly King, let alone becoming a slave.
