Shuang Chongshan thought of the circumstances he had endured over the years. The difference truly was heaven and earth.
Back then, to gather enough materials for a mid-grade, early-stage puppet for his son, he had begun planning far in advance. Even so, it had taken more than thirty years to collect everything.
At this moment, he did not think in any other direction. Zhu Luomu could only have come here because of that matter.
Before he even reached the main hall, Zhu Luomu's voice came from outside the courtyard.
"Senior Brother Shuang, I won't be coming in. Martial Uncle Zhang has asked you to visit his cave abode!"
Outside the courtyard, Zhu Luomu had just landed when he saw that the courtyard's restrictions had already been opened.
Yet he did not enter. He merely stood outside and called out loudly.
After receiving Li Yan's voice transmission, Zhu Luomu could have simply sent a disciple to deliver the message.
He had plenty of matters of his own to attend to.
Aside from the sect's various trifling affairs, he also needed to cultivate and refine pills.
But after thinking it over, he had decided to make the trip himself.
Elder Zhang rarely asked others to handle matters for him.
On the rare occasion that he did, it would seem somewhat disrespectful to pass the task on to a disciple of the sect.
Shuang Chongshan halted midstep, and the smile on his face turned into astonishment.
Outside the courtyard, Shuang Chongshan looked at Zhu Luomu with a puzzled expression.
"Junior Brother Zhu, what does Elder Zhang want with me?"
He was somewhat older than Zhu Luomu. A few days ago, after Zhu Luomu's insistence, he had begun addressing him as junior brother.
"I don't know that either. I thought Senior Brother Shuang knew