Young Master Xun's body suddenly burst forth with golden light.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingshu had drawn back.
The two stood poised upon the wind.
Tan Yubing and Jie Wenhan were a bit flustered. What was happening?
They turned their gaze toward Zhuo Jiangui only to see his eyebrows lightly rise for an instant before relaxing again.
With Senior Uncle Zhuo like this, did it mean that Senior Uncle Lu hadn't suffered a loss?
"Senior Brother Xun!" Miss Hua suddenly yelled, and then she pointed at Lu Mingshu in anger, "You actually broke through my brother's Protective Mysterious Skill?"
Young Master Xun's face no longer bore a trace of a smile. He stared intently at Lu Mingshu, mystic force circulating within him, ready to erupt at any moment.