Listening to what Lu Chang'sheng said, Hall Master Tian Yang locked his gaze on Lu Chang'sheng, sizing him up carefully, "Young man, if you're angry over your disciple, then this old man can offer you an apology. But as for the Portrait Of Emptiness, I'm determined to get it."
Lu Chang'sheng nodded, then swept his gaze over the disciples, "Where's the Portrait Of Emptiness?"
Fang Qiong was just about to point at Hong Ying, but Mu Fusheng yanked him back down in a hurry.
Other than Fang Qiong, who looked completely baffled, everyone else shook their heads cluelessly, "Portrait Of Emptiness? What's that supposed to be?"
Lu Chang'sheng nodded with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Hall Master Tian Yang, "My disciples don't even know what this Portrait Of Emptiness is, and you just start swinging without even figuring out the basics?"
Nan Congyin, standing beside Hall Master Tian Yang, barked out angrily, "Stop playing dumb! Hand it over, now!"
