Lu Zhou looked at the sun like an ordinary old man, basking in the warmth of the sun. He even stretched his limbs before he walked to the center of the courtyard.
Qin Jun and the others widened their eyes in horror. They were immobilized as they stood riveted to the ground. They could not control the trembling of their bodies.
A calm expression could be seen on Lu Zhou's wizened face. There was no sign of anger at all. However, the lack of anger was even more terrifying to those two people.
This was plain suffering. They wanted to cry.
Little Yuan'er ran up to Lu Zhou's side. She giggled and said, "Master, I'll massage your back for you every day after this."
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction. He found her promising and worthy to be taught. 'This little girl is maturing nicely.'
Thud!
Qin Jun could not take it any longer and fell to his knees.