Chương 1714: Lost Island

Lu Zhou's heart skipped a beat. "So you really do know Zhi Ming's whereabouts."

Bai Zhaoju: "?"

Bai Zhaoju really wished he could take back his words, but it was too late. He felt like the cup of wine was no longer fragrant. He said, "So what if I know? No matter the reason, I won't reveal its whereabouts."

Lu Zhou did not respond to those words. Instead, he said slowly, "When Si Wuya died, his Eldest Senior Brother personally made the coffin for him. He also followed Si Wuya's wishes and dropped the coffin into the sea. Unexpectedly, Si Wuya didn't die. You saved my seventh disciple. In a way, this grace is no less than that of parents."

Bai Zhaoju was puzzled. He did not understand why Lu Zhou suddenly mentioned this matter.

Lu Zhou continued to say, "Although he regained his life, he's extremely weak. He doesn't have long to live."

Bai Zhaohue frowned slightly. 'Who would curse their disciples like that?'