Looting
But what surprised Lu Zhaojin was that Lu Jinlin was not the only one in the dungeon—there were three others.
And he knew two of them.
The moment Lu Wenxiu saw Lu Zhaojin beyond the cell door, he was overjoyed. He burst into laughter. "I told you the Dingshan Sect definitely couldn't do anything to him, but you wouldn't believe me. This time, you have to admit defeat and honor the bet—no backing out."
Then he grew somewhat wistful and let out a sigh. "Still, it's pretty discouraging. It's only been a few days, yet he seems even stronger."
Lu Wenxiu was clearly speaking to Li Xiufang, but she ignored him. The look she gave Lu Zhaojin was a tangled mix of emotions.
Earlier, she had thought poorly of Lu Zhaojin in every possible way, and her words had carried barbs and hidden blades. The impression she had left in Lu Zhaojin's heart was certainly not a good one.
So now, she did not even know how to thank him and fell silent.
The elderly man beside her, whose aura was somewhat weak, was carefully studying Lu Zhaojin. A strange gleam shone in his eyes, and a smile curled his lips as he muttered incomprehensible things like, "A hero emerges in his youth," "The Li Family is going to prosper," and "The Li Family has birthed a dragon."
Lu Zhaojin looked at Lu Jinlin, whose hands were bound in iron chains. His head hung low and his breathing was light. Lu Zhaojin confirmed that he was still alive.
Lu Wenxiu explained, "Your father is fine. He was just drugged with Soul-Confusing Powder. He'll probably sleep for another two or three hours."
Lu Zhaojin nodded in response, then used the Autumn Equinox Sword to cut through the iron lock on