Lu Chang'sheng felt a chill in his heart.
Although Zhu Er had apparently changed his attitude toward them, deep down, he still instinctively saw them as nothing but peasants.
That's why he spoke so bluntly.
And Zhu Er didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what he said, not the slightest hint of apology, which made the three women glance at him sideways.
Luckily, at that moment, he seemed to notice their expressions and grinned, "I tend to speak my mind—don't take it to heart. What matters most is figuring out the reason for all this."
Zhu Er continued, "Fortunately, before we came, I'd already used a Guiding Talisman to notify the clan. Someone should be here soon to negotiate with Master Lu."
But Zhu Er wasn't particularly hopeful, because the Zhu Family was merely a Qi Cultivation clan; they had no Foundation Establishment Martial Artists.
Master Lu might not give them any face.
Sure enough, five days later, Zhu Er saw the clan's representative arrive.
