Rules Above the Law-even Old Lu Had to Rise!

"Dragon Gate Escort Agency—Grandmaster Lu has arrived!"

The Training Ground, moments ago alive with whispers and noise, fell silent in an instant, as though an invisible hand had seized it by the throat.

That was what it meant to command respect.

When no Sage appeared, a Grandmaster was the highest power walking the earth: a Sea-Calming Needle that anchored a region's Fortune, a living legend.

Everyone rose as one—Liu Beixuan of the True Martial Gate, Cheng Jingyun of the Eight Trigrams Gate, and the Martial Cultivators who usually looked down on everyone else. Every gaze turned toward the entrance.

In this small corner of Linjiang County, Lu Changsheng was a living myth, a mountain pressing on every heart.

At the gate, wheelchair wheels rolled over the flagstones with a faint rumble.

Lu Zongyuan, the current Head Boss of the Dragon Gate Escort Agency, entered in a black gown, his expression solemn as he pushed a wheelchair made of Soul-Nourishing Wood.

Lu Changsheng sat in it.

Standing behind Hong Tianbao, Li Xiang leaned forward slightly and peered through a gap in the crowd at the Local Emperor of Riverside.

It was his first time seeing a Grandmaster up close.

Lu Changsheng, a three-hundred-year-old relic, looked nothing like the newspapers' portrait of a man "with a face like gilt paper and breath as thin as a thread."

Apart from his pallor and drooping eyelids, which made him look half asleep, he was no different from an ordinary old man sunning himself at the mouth of an alley.

What drew the eye instead was the strange braid behind his head.

That isn't the yin-yang braid from the middle and late Demon Dynasty. It's the Golden-Coin Demon Tail Braid from its early years... Li Xiang felt a chill.

Under Demon Race rule, the human