At this moment, all the attention in the sky and river was focused on his palm.
This sword might change the situation of the eight counties in Dongnan!
Lu Yang took a step forward and landed on the deck.
Qian Yunong closed his eyes.
On the deck, all the Mystic Sun Guards knelt on the ground and bowed.
In the sky, all the spiritual light condensed into substance.
"Lu Yang greets Granduncle."
On the deck, Lu Yang let go of the hilt of his sword. Then he cupped his fists and bowed.
Han Muye turned around and sized up Lu Yang, then said, "Would your father let you call me that?"
Lu Chen had always voiced his own opinions.
They were brothers.
Lu Yang lowered his head and the corners of his mouth twitched. He said in a low voice, "Respect for seniority. My grandfather said that I can't listen to my father's nonsense."