"Family heirloom?" The old man who had spoken earlier looked puzzled.
But Lu Sheng noticed that the middle-aged man in the other encirclement showed a flicker of embarrassment and anger upon hearing those words.
"I have matters to deal with today. This is a booklet on the Spirit Communication Art. Take it back and have a look first. Choose one that suits you, then call me afterward." Huang Yunsi handed Lu Sheng a small booklet.
"Your sister is still waiting at the foot of the mountain, right? Hurry back."
Clearly, he had changed his mind at the last minute and was having Lu Sheng leave first.
Lu Sheng did not mind. He took the booklet, and someone led him swiftly away from the front of the tower.
As for what happened afterward—what became of the axe-wielding youth—he neither knew nor cared.
After coming down the mountain, Lu Sheng immediately found Wang Jing, who was sleeping soundly in the hotel. Then they got into the car and left the Moving Mountain Sect headquarters.
This trip to the Moving Mountain Sect seemed to have brought him little gain, but quite a few unexpected turns.
Leaving aside Wang Jing's continued clinginess, the day after returning home, Lu Sheng received a call from Huang Ya. The youth's matter had been resolved, but she had been injured as well and needed time to recuperate. She might not be able to come over and contact him for the time being.
It was clear that the Moving Mountain Sect seemed to have fallen into no small amount of trouble. That youth had dared to charge up the mountain alone and injure so many people. Though he appeared to be an ordinary person on the surface, anyone capable of injuring Huang Ya could not possibly have a simple