Lu Yao led Jiang Yingcheng by the hand all the way into the room.
The flame of his fire starter illuminated the faces of the people waiting inside-and nearly burned his hand.
"Holy-"
The moment the word left his mouth, he remembered the extraordinary identities of everyone in the room. Lu Yao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and swallowed the hundred million swear words on the tip of his tongue.
"Why didn't any of you say something?!"
They had nearly scared him to death!
The ruler of Qiguang and the others looked utterly innocent.
There was only so much space in this courtyard. If they wanted somewhere to talk, this room was their only option.
Wasn't that obvious?!
"..."
Swallowing his humiliation and shouldering his burden, Lu Yao could only let the matter drop. He held out the jade pendant. "Master Wu, could you take a look?"
Wu Leyong had an exceptional memory and could often memorize every detail of what he saw in an extremely short time. Once he had examined this jade pendant, reproducing an identical one would be no difficult task.
Wu Leyong, who had long been waiting nearby, reached out to take it.
[Oho! Uncle Wu's identity has leaped from "that Wu fellow" to "Master Wu," effortlessly completing a triple jump in life! Congratulations!!]
Wu Leyong's hand froze with the pendant in it.
Lu Yao failed to catch his breath and began coughing violently.
Jiang Yingcheng had missed how the incident unfolded and could only guess by instinct. [Wow, Uncle Lu coughed spit onto Uncle Wu's hand, and now Uncle Wu's unhappy!]
Lu Yao abruptly suppressed the cough in his throat, his entire face turning scarlet.
Little ancestor, please stop talking!
Wu Leyong withdrew his hand without a change in expression and carefully studied