Otherwise, if encountered with demons, it would be like drawing water with a bamboo basket - all in vain.
Lu Sheng walked out of the dilapidated martial arts school and indeed saw several carriages parked at the entrance of Wang Family Village.
Lu Sheng slowly approached the caravan, and the surrounding villagers all greeted Lu Sheng with smiles.
"Instructor Lu is here?"
Although he had only been in Wang Family Village for a month, Lu Sheng's personality quickly blended in, so much so that he was quite well-liked in the village.
As the villagers greeted Lu Sheng, he also noticed a few gazes from within the caravan directed at him.
"These gazes... are they from the martial artists of the caravan?"
Lu Sheng squinted and looked in the direction the gazes came from. Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged man lazily leaning against a carriage, a blade of wild grass in his mouth. Perhaps aware of Lu Sheng's gaze, that man slowly lifted his eyelids and gave Lu Sheng a grin.
