"Master!"
These people went up to greet him.
In the airport hall, there was a middle-aged man followed by ten elite disciples.
"Master."
The disciples from the Lv Wu Sect all gathered around him.
Lv Ziyuan smiled slightly, "Have the tickets been booked?"
"All booked, Master, don't worry. We'll fly back this afternoon."
A disciple chuckled.
Lv Ziyuan nodded, but at that moment, he noticed an injury on one of the disciple's forehead.
"Lu Ming, what's the matter with the injury on your forehead?" Lv Ziyuan frowned and asked.
"Master, it was caused by someone."
"Someone hit you? Did you get into a fight?" Lv Ziyuan slightly frowned.
"Yes, but don't worry, Master. He didn't beat us. Under our verbal barrage, without even a fight, he ran off in panic." Another disciple chuckled.
"Exactly, Master, rest assured, the reputation of our Lv Wu Sect won't be tarnished in our hands." Another disciple said.
