Douluo Palace... Supreme Laojun!!
The expressions on Yang Jian and the others changed abruptly. The Big Black Bull flinched, feeling the phantom sting of a slap on his face!
In Douluo Palace, besides the Golden Horned and Silver Horned who followed that figure... there seemed to be only...
Yang Jian and the others exchanged glances. 'No, it can't be such a coincidence, can it?'
'How could that person possibly be connected to Master Fusheng?'
Chong Shanhu, prostrate on the ground, had no idea what Douluo Palace represented. He just murmured dazedly:
"As long as you're all right, as long as you're all right..."
Lu Xuan gently stroked Chong Shanhu's forehead, a smile spreading across his face as he spoke calmly:
"Child, are you willing to become my disciple?"
He said this to Chong Shanhu, just as his own master had once said to him.
