The carriage traveled on steadily, following along four, five turns and passing through a plaza before finally arriving at a relatively secluded street.
Lu Sheng paid the fare, alighted, and raised his head to look at the a large stone signboard standing in the corner of the street.
The grayish white stone stood like a giant finger with clear red letters carved into it: Fine Treasures Hall.
"Master Lu! Aiyo, why didn’t you tell us in advance that you were coming? We would have sent out a welcome team to greet you!" The store owner rushed out to apologize once he saw Lu Sheng.
Among those in the know in Mountain-Edge City, who would be ignorant of External Head Lu’s reputation as the one who beat Sect Master Gongsun to death? Immediately after that battle, he had forged an image for himself in their hearts—that of a powerful but brutal expert.