"Don't wait any longer."

"Even if you wait another night, you won't be able to see the master, so please go back."

Outside the door, someone spoke respectfully to Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming ignored it and still stood there.

Seeing that the sky was getting late, Lu Ziming finally couldn't wait any longer.

He raised his head, and his voice was engulfed in energy, and by the way, it spread throughout the mansion.

"Mr. Zhang, I know you're inside."

"Please also meet with me."

"Otherwise, the Zhang family may be in for a catastrophe."

"Mr. Zhang, you don't want your Zhang family to follow in the footsteps of my Lu family, do you?"

Lu Ziming's loud voice could not stop ringing.

However, there was still no response in the mansion.

"Zhang Jiuling, if you don't return to me, I'll just break in."

"You should know that the warriors guarding the house at your door can't stop me."

"Anyway, I must see you today!"

Lu Ziming became a little impatient.

His tone gradually cooled down.

His gaze also became serious.

Just when Lu Ziming raised his footsteps and was about to rush in.

creak...

The ancient and heavy door was finally opened.

I saw a young woman, wearing a loose white training suit, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, walking out with a wooden sword in her hand.

"Uncle Lu, my grandfather calls you in."

"grandfather?"

"Could it be you?"

Although the woman in front of him was fair-skinned and handsome, Lu Ziming's impression of her was completely different from those urban women who were usually dressed up like canaries.

There is an inexplicable aura about this woman.

That is a heroic spirit that only those who practice martial arts can possess.

Of course, this kind of temperament cannot be possessed by just any warrior.

It is only after the realm reaches a certain level that it radiates from the inside out. JrNovels.com