"I see." Lu Zheng nodded.
"Young Master Lu." Old Master Wang said cautiously, "Thank you for saving my daughter. Please, Young Master, do step into the front hall where I shall serve you some tea."
Offering tea was essentially a pretext to prepare a meal as a gesture of gratitude.
Lu Zheng waved his hand, "I just mentioned that saving others was no more than a trivial task for me. Besides, if you truly wish to thank me, how about giving me that rooster you just killed?"
"Of course, of course, Old Li, quickly head to the kitchen and bring that rooster here!"
"Yes!"
The old servant bowed as he retreated and then hurriedly headed out toward the kitchen.
"By the way, you mentioned that the chicken was..."
Lu Zheng nodded, "It was a Chicken Demon."
"Chicken Demon?" Old Master Wang blinked, looking confused. Such a weak Chicken Demon? And Old Li slaughtered it in one stroke and bled it?
Wang Xiaowan curiously asked, "Was the bowl of chicken blood earlier from a Chicken Demon?"
