Hu Lan Zhuo's voice had barely faded when someone poked his head out from the fourth floor of Han Yue Restaurant.
The man's bald head was gleaming enough to reflect light, with a striking, strange pattern tattooed across it. His gaze was as cold as ice. He was none other than the "Uncle Lian" Hu Lan Zhuo had mentioned.
"Young Master," Uncle Lian said, cupping his fists toward Hu Lan Zhuo from behind the railing.
"Money," Hu Lan Zhuo said flatly.
"Young Master..." Uncle Lian hesitated, casting a faint glance at Luo Zheng at the same time.
Uncle Lian was at the peak of the Lower True God realm, and his strength far surpassed that of ordinary True Gods.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Hu Lan Zhuo's strength, but taking out five thousand Divine Martial Coins in one go was unwise. After all, five thousand Divine Martial Coins was a huge sum even for many Lineages.
What was more, after secretly observing Luo Zheng, he had vaguely sensed that Luo Zheng was no ordinary God Proving Martial Artist. Although Luo Zheng was extremely restrained, Uncle Lian could still catch his faint soul aura. Those auras were like invisible swords suspended around him, giving Uncle Lian a hazy yet powerful impression.
"What do you want to say?" Hu Lan Zhuo asked, looking at Uncle Lian.
Uncle Lian frowned...
Although he possessed peak Lower True God cultivation, he was ultimately only a guard of the Hu Lan Family.
He had guarded the Young Master for many years and understood the Young Master's temper better than anyone. In the current situation, the Young Master had already decided that the martial artist was making an outrageous demand because he didn't dare accept the challenge. And the Young Master valued his reputation greatly. Since