Luo Mo treated Lu Pingyuan very politely. As soon as he entered the room, he asked the maid to make tea and led him to the left side of the guest seats in the main hall. However, he did not sit in the hall, but took the first seat on the right and sat opposite him to talk.
The young master's face was filled with sorrow, and he kept rubbing the teacup in his hand, sighing again and again. Lu Pingyuan was worried about his disciple who might still be asleep, and also worried about his disciple's father, so he didn't care about the young master's feelings. He picked up the teacup and asked, "Where will Steward Luo take Master Ying? How come he disappeared when I turned around?"
Luo Mo sighed, "Master Lu, you only worry about others, but not yourself? My father has been doing evil things these days, causing panic among the people in the village. We, his children, have our lives and deaths in his hands. Master Lu is a brilliant man, a top figure in the martial arts world. I can only place my hopes on you."
"Oh?" Lu Pingyuan lowered his head calmly and watched his expression and movements through the curling smoke.
He didn't know if he was being overly suspicious, but the young master's face looked a little pale, and his movements were a little slow and clumsy. He didn't look like a young hero who had practiced martial arts for more than ten years. Instead, he had the shadow of Xu Fangli's ghost everywhere. However, the room was brightly lit, and the young master's shadow was also reflected in the candlelight, which didn't quite match the ghost in the story.
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