"We'll be relying entirely on Scholar Lu for this matter."
Shi Cong showed no sign of panic.
Even though Lu Chang'sheng never admitted it, he was over ninety percent certain that Meng Ping had died at Scholar Lu's hands.
Recalling the Immortal's methods, only to have met his end at Scholar Lu's hands, Shi Cong felt a shock, but it also gave him a sense of security.
At this moment, the large courtyard had already been set up like a net of heaven and earth.
Even someone like Lu Chang'sheng would find it hard to come and go freely here, unless he'd been tipped off in advance.
That's why, even after attaining the Innate Martial Artist level, he continued to hold some respect for the mundane world—this was the reason.
The evil cultivator surnamed Mo had slaughtered five people in succession; the killing had clearly stoked his fury. He leapt toward another courtyard, but as soon as he landed, the ground gave way and he plunged downward.
