Sitting in the passenger seat, Lu Zixun looked out the window, his expression somewhat melancholic.
Seeing Lu Zixun changed like a different cat, Xie Da, who was holding the steering wheel, couldn't help but speak after a while, "Lord Cat, what's wrong?"
"Um?"
Having regained his senses, Lu Zixun shook his head as he turned to face Xie Da, "It's nothing, what could be wrong with me?"
The words Zeng Haoyang had mentioned were already very clear.
The only remaining SSS-class powerhouse was from the Ouyang Family, and it was very likely the "old ancestor" that Ouyang Jiao used to mention.
This also indirectly indicated something: the issue of Polluted Blood was definitely orchestrated.
To put it further, it might have been the powerhouse who had other arrangements.
Regardless, reaching this point was no longer connected to Lu Zixun.
That's why Zeng Haoyang had said not to tell anyone about what he saw today.
It was easy to say that.
