By the small hill.
Qin Feiyang, Dongfang Wuheng, Murong Xiong, Lu Xingchen, and Dong Zhengyang gathered together.
Lu Xingchen swept his gaze over everyone and chuckled lightly. "It seems I don't quite qualify to participate in your serious discussions."
Dongfang Wuheng looked at Lu Xingchen strangely and asked, "Junior Brother Lu, when did you become so modest?"
The Lu Xingchen of the past would strive for fame and fortune wherever he went, making his presence keenly felt. In the past, Lu Xingchen had never paid much mind even to Dong Zhengyang and Murong Xiong. But now, Lu Xingchen seemed to be shrouded by a veil, making it easy for people to overlook him.
Hearing Dongfang Wuheng's words, Lu Xingchen shook his head and lamented, "I was too immature in the past. If I offended any of you Senior Brothers, please forgive me."
Dong Zhengyang and Murong Xiong exchanged glances. What is this fellow up to? they wondered.
