Seven Colors, One Blade

Zhao Luo turned around and looked at the guards that were surrounding the tree.

'These people are the only group of people here.'

'The old man is trapped in the tree?'

Zhao Luo wondered as he stared at the team leader and Butler Mo who were standing just behind the other guards.

'What are they up to?'

Zhao Luo squinted his eyes at the three guards who had their hands on something which was the hilt but Zhao Luo couldn't know that yet.

Zhao Luo started moving towards the guards.

"On second thoughts, I would like you all to move away from that tree."

Zhao Luo said coldly, and this caused the instant attention of everyone to fall on him.

As they looked at Zhao Luo and realized the cold look in his eyes, the slow and powerful steps that he was taking while coming at them, all of the guards took a step back.