"Jiang Chuan, third-generation disciple of Gongshu Zi's lineage, pays his respects to all the seniors. I hope that, for my grandmaster's sake, all of you can spare his descendants and disciples!" the white-bearded old man said respectfully.
"A Sage, Gongshu Zi?" Zhong Shan walked out, slightly surprised.
"Yes!" Jiang Chuan nodded.
As a Sage's grand-disciple, he wasn't arrogant and overbearing at all. He was even exceedingly respectful toward Zhong Shan. Zhong Shan didn't look down on Jiang Chuan; instead, he valued him highly. This Jiang Chuan was a true old hand.
But was a Sage's grand-disciple really this accommodating? He wasn't an Ancestral Immortal's grand-disciple, but a Sage's. It was impossible for him to have no pride. Even an old hand couldn't be without arrogance. But...
"Jiang Chuan? Heh-heh, no one would refuse Gongshu Zi's face. But I wasn't the one who captured this Lu Gongzi. It was my friend. You should ask her instead," Zhong Shan said casually. At the same time, he was testing Jiang Chuan.
"Thank you, Senior!" Jiang Chuan secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Jiang Chuan could tell that Zhong Shan was the leader. Since he didn't hold it against him, everything would be easy to discuss.
"Martial Uncle, save me!" Lu Gongzi had been bullied by Hao Meili until he lay sprawled on the ground, with Hao Meili even standing on him.
Jiang Chuan walked over. He didn't look at Lu Gongzi's battered appearance, but instead sized up Hao Meili and Little Jin.
When he saw Little Jin's quality, Jiang Chuan's pupils shrank slightly. With Jiang Chuan's cultivation, he couldn't see through Little Jin's strength—or that woman's.
"The two of you, my nephew has offended you greatly. I ask that you show mercy and let me take away this foolish nephew of mine,"