Elder Lu murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of unease.
He clearly felt that his grandson's soul origin had a kind of inexplicable stagnation, yet could not find any substantial problem.
At this moment, those Protectors accompanying Lu Chensong walked in, trembling, and knelt on the ground.
Elder Lu lifted his head, his gaze icy as he swept over them, his voice like cold ice.
"A bunch of useless people! Why did you not stop Chensong from fighting Gusheng earlier? You allowed him to fall into such peril!"
The leader of the Protectors was drenched in cold sweat, hurriedly bowing to apologize.
"Elder, please calm down! It's our incompetence! At that time... at that time, the young master insisted on fighting, and Gu Sheng actively proposed a life-and-death duel with a tremendous bet. We thought... thought victory was certain, so we did not forcibly stop it... We deserve death for our mistakes!"
