"Yes."
Lu Yuan respectfully replied, but a fleeting chill of murderous intent flickered in his downcast eyes.
"Alright, you go ahead and get busy."
Steward Wang, pinching his orchid-shaped fingers, twisted his waist as he left the place.
"Ah Yuan, being valued by Steward Wang could save you at least thirty years of arduous cultivation. You must seize this opportunity well."
After the other party left.
A Servant Disciple, who was familiar with Lu Yuan, immediately came over, winking and giggling.
This person's skin was dark, his build robust, with muscles as strong as if they were towering stones.
"Get lost, Zhao Tie, why don't you seize this opportunity yourself?"
Lu Yuan said irritably.
"I would like to, but I've cultivated Iron Bone Skill, making my whole body as hard as iron, and Steward Wang has no interest in me at all."
Zhao Tie said with a look of helplessness.
