Sect Master Lu, Say Something

The mask came off, and the Pretty Boy saw daylight again.

"Heart Moon Fox, what does this mean?" King Yuanji asked in confusion. He could not understand why this person had suddenly revealed his true face. Hadn't he sworn that even in death, he would never admit it?

"What Heart Moon Fox? I'm Sect Master Lu. I have no idea who you're talking about." Lu Bei flicked his sleeve and snorted. Since his moral bottom line was flexible, switching identities came as smoothly as silk.

"I see. Then I must have been talking nonsense." King Yuanji still had not realized how serious the matter was.

He wore a smile on his face, but inwardly cursed. The Sect Master of Heavenly Sword Sect had to be insane—a complete fool. There was no need to argue with such a person. For the sake of the Longevity Seal, he would coax him along a little longer.

Gu Zongchen, who had taken the blame alone, felt deeply uncomfortable. Frowning, he said, "Inviting the Dragon Palace to help is as difficult as climbing to the heavens. To be frank, this poor monk and this Lord Xin..."

"This sect master's surname is Lu."

Lu Bei reminded him. What a fine young man—he had cultivated his brains stupid through practicing Buddhism.

"This poor monk and Benefactor Lu went to the Sea of Mist..."

"This sect master just arrived."

"..."

Gu Zongchen remained expressionless. He wanted to speak, then wanted to stop, then wanted to speak again, and nearly blurted out, I... Buddha's mercy.

Monks had emptied themselves of the four elements, and his Self-cultivation was truly impressive. He chanted a Buddhist invocation before slowly explaining to everyone that when they had first entered the Sea of Mist, they had been unfamiliar with the place. While gathering information,