Two days earlier.
Lu Chang'sheng had already received a message from Ye Qiubai.
Reading it, Lu Chang'sheng felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
The contents of the message were as follows:
Master, hope you've been well lately.
Your disciple misses you a lot.
But lately, three first-rate factions from the Boundless Realm have been throwing their weight around.
They're trying to snatch the divine item that little junior brother obtained.
In two days, they're going to come kill us for it.
Master, I hope you'll step in and help us out.
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After a brief silence, Lu Chang'sheng rubbed his forehead.
Beside him, Liu Ziru asked curiously, "Senior Lu, what's bothering you so much?"
Lu Chang'sheng didn't answer, muttering to himself, "I knew it! I just knew it!"
"Go over there and trouble just crops up, right?"
"And every time, it turns into such a big mess!"
"Been well, huh? I'll show you well, you little rascal!"
