Om!
In an instant, Lu Chenzhou's mind was stirred by an overwhelming surge, like a gravely ill man jolted awake, as if lightning had struck his very soul!
He had always been composed, with a firm Daoist heart.
Yet at this moment, his heart couldn't help but tremble faintly.
Because he felt that Zhang Zu was speaking to him...
But this was merely an illusion, a Martial Arts Imprint left by a deceased Martial Arts strong, how could a conversation take place with him? Such a scene was too astonishing to fathom.
In the illusion, Lu Chenzhou looked back.
The valley was serene, empty of others.
"Young friend?"
The Sloppy Taoist's voice resonated once again.
Lu Chenzhou stiffly turned his head and tried to ask,
"Senior? Are you talking to me?"
The Sloppy Taoist was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, and laughed,
"I was thinking... there aren't any other people around here."
Could it be that I am too immersed in the Dao Yun, unable to distinguish reality?
