Outside the bamboo house.
When Lu Chang'sheng arrived, the door to the bamboo house was already open.
Inside sat an elderly man, his hair jet-black and shiny, but his temples frosted white.
He looked very ordinary, without any hint of spiritual energy fluctuations.
"Come have some tea."
Mr. said while rinsing the tea leaves.
Lu Chang'sheng didn't walk over right away. Instead, he glanced around the area first.
Once he made sure there were no ambushes, he entered the bamboo house, turning his head every three steps.
Seeing Lu Chang'sheng act this way,
Mr. couldn't help but let out a chuckle: "Don't worry, I'm not your match."
Have to admit, Mr. saw things very clearly.
Back when Lu Chang'sheng killed Yun Ziru, he already knew this outsider before him was far stronger than himself.
"After all, you've already gained complete control over the rules of this world."
"Even the Tianhe—he's no match for you."
