Even with his profound cultivation, the blood pressure of the Immortal of Lushan skyrocketed.
He felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
"I knew it! I just knew it!"
"The two of them are completely unreliable!"
The Immortal of Lushan was filled with extreme regret.
What was he thinking at the time? How could he have possibly believed that handing over Wuzhuang to Qingfeng and Mingyue would be without issues?
Good heavens!
It turns out those two were the biggest problem of all!
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The Immortal of Lushan stood rooted to the spot, taking a full stick of incense’s time to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Hoo!"
The Immortal of Lushan exhaled a breath of stagnant air, and his composure finally returned.
Things having reached this point, the Immortal of Lushan knew that regret was useless.
Moreover, he had already left home and was nearing Qiandao Prefecture; he could not simply turn back now.
Even though Wuzhuang had been in a state of chaos for a while, his three junior brothers were still in the hands of the ancestor known as Tiezhu.
Since that person had specifically named him to come over and negotiate in person, the Immortal of Lushan had no other choice.
He had to come himself.
Chapter 892