"Paying respects to the Holy Lord?"
Lu Changfeng's thoughts turned a thousand times over, yet he still couldn't figure out when he had somehow acquired an identity called the "Holy Lord."
It seemed the masked man had noticed Lu Changfeng's confusion.
A black-robed man spoke up. "Holy Lord, this place isn't suitable for conversation. Shall we find somewhere secluded before I report everything to you?"
Lu Changfeng shook his head. "I refuse."
"Why?"
"I understand now. The Holy Lord probably doesn't know his own identity."
"Forget it. We won't disturb the Holy Lord for now. Let's send the news back first. The Holy Lord's current identity in Jiangzhou seems to be quite safe."
The two black-robed men whispered among themselves. After respectfully bowing to Lu Changfeng, they turned and vanished into the night.
The lightness skill of these two men was extraordinary, and their Internal Energy was profound. Their speed far surpassed Lu Changfeng's.
Lu Changfeng watched the two black-robed men leave with a slight frown. He silently committed several key words to memory, leaving their investigation for later.
Lu Changfeng estimated that, in all likelihood, it was still his performance in today's competition that had drawn these two black-robed men out.
The swordsmanship talent he had displayed was certainly monstrous, but it shouldn't have anything to do with his identity.
Then there was only one possibility.
Lu Changfeng touched the spot at the very center of his brow.
Was it because of that mark?
What exactly was the Elephant Woman? Could it be that she still had forces left behind in this world?
Lu Changfeng shook his head and continued toward the Martial Arts School.
Nothing else happened along the way.
By the time he returned to the Martial Arts School, it was already deep into the night. After