'Ten would have been acceptable.'
"Very well. Lu, please see yourself off Xuanjian Peak. I must be going."
Li Xuance smiled, then cupped his hands and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Lu Maozhi's expression soured, but he couldn't say anything more.
However, just as Li Xuance was about to depart, a streak of light shot in from the distance. It closed the gap in the blink of an eye, landing before the two men. A figure emerged, calmly gazing at them.
"Disciple Li Xuance pays his respects to the Sect Leader."
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Li Xuance hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Not daring to be disrespectful, Lu Maozhi, who stood to the side, also quickly bowed.
"This junior, Lu Maozhi, pays his respects to Elder Lu."
The Iron Sword Sect's Leader, Lu Qingsong, was dressed in loose-fitting robes. His gaze was calm, yet it carried an air of authority as he stared at Li Xuance.
