The number of Great Experts in the Qi Clan far exceeded Lu Changsheng's imagination.
"Lu, from which tribe do you come? The Lu Clan?"
"Lu, having traveled far and wide, have you considered settling down and joining our tribe?"
These Great Experts were also curious about Lu Changsheng.
"Family Head."
"Clan Leader."
As the crowd conversed, they all stood up upon seeing a white-clad man arrive.
This was a man in white, carrying a Longsword, with a firm face and an unfathomable aura.
"Father, you're back?"
Qi Yuxia happily took his arm upon seeing the white-clad man appear.
The white-clad man's gaze landed on Lu Changsheng, and with just one glance, Lu felt as if he were plunged into an icy cellar, as if everything about him was seen through.
So powerful.
Lu Changsheng was drenched in sweat; this white-clad man had a terrifyingly high cultivation level.
