章 2008: Call me Little Martial Uncle

Sima You Yue and the others looked up to see a white silhouette appear on the cliff beside them at some unknown time. He sat at the peak with a long zither lying across his knees.

They only saw him, but Liao Cang Ming and the Beast Tamer Sect ¹members were rather cowardly.

"Sect Master Lu, what are you doing here, Senior?" Liao Cang Ming bowed courteously to Lu Yan, secretly cursing that this old man had come.

"Liao Cang Ming, I obviously look charming and elegant, so why do you greet me like I'm some old man?" Lu Yan placed both hands lightly on the zither, his voice clear and light, yet causing Liao Cang Ming's hairs to stand on end.

This old fresk loved to act cultured, and disliked anyone referring to him as Senior, but his position was high, so everyone had no choice but to greet him respectfully.