At the Zhu Family Martial Arts Hall, in the middle of the grand hall, everyone fixed their gaze on Lu Hualiang, as if he were a deity descending to earth.
Such a presence, akin to the stabilizing pillar of Zhu Family Martial Arts Hall.
Amidst the expectant eyes of the crowd.
Lu Hualiang's expression was calm as he walked to Zhu Jiyi, gently fastening Zhu Jiyi's robe.
Zhu Jiyi's clear voice echoed: "Master, the weather is cold, and you are injured. You should be resting in bed."
"I felt unease without you return," Zhu Jiyi showed a loving expression, smiled and said: "I explained everything in my letter."
"Are those two the reinforcements you invited?" Zhu Jiyi looked at the two behind Lu Hualiang.
Lu Hualiang's group of four, besides his four disciples, included another man and woman. From their posture, the woman seemed to be the core, while the tall man appeared to be a guard.
