Chapter 6: Divine Beast, Lord Fuzhu
“I understand, Martial Uncle Li. I’ll head over right away.” Lu Fengmian answered as calmly as possible, cutting off that hypnotic, endlessly looping cry for help.
At the same time, he pushed the spiritual energy beneath his feet to its limit and sped toward the Spirit Beast Garden.
I had to succeed! I absolutely could not fail!
For the peace of Luo Xia Peak, for his dangerously receding hairline, for the last shred of dignity I had left as a senior brother!
The Spirit Beast Garden occupied the entire mountain peak. Its vegetation was lush, and the spiritual energy there was denser than anywhere else.
At the entrance, a middle-aged cultivator in a brown steward’s robe, his hair somewhat disheveled, was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
The moment he saw Lu Fengmian, his eyes lit up, and he practically pounced on him.
“Disciple Lu! You finally came!”
Steward Li grabbed Lu Fengmian’s sleeve in one swift motion, as though clutching a lifeline. His voice trembled, carrying the relief of a survivor who had escaped disaster. “If you hadn’t come, I truly wouldn’t have known what to do!”