C100 Preaching Dao(2)

However, after Zi Lan finished her apprenticeship ceremony, he immediately helped her up.

"In the future, don't call me master in front of others. Just call me by my name so as to avoid unnecessary trouble." Lee Zhuohua said as he helped Zi Lan up.

Regarding Lee Zhuohua's words, Zi Lan naturally did not agree. She insisted on calling Lee Zhuohua master. She had her own insistence, but after Lee Zhuohua explained the seriousness of the matter, Zi Lan was still unable to convince Lee Zhuohua, so she decided to compromise and call him Young Master Lee Zhuohua.

"Alright, as you wish." Lee Zhuohua waved his hand and did not say anything else.

However, after Lee Zhuohua formally took in his first disciple, his heart had a different kind of fluctuation. Previously, Liu Jingrann in Yan Lai City was not Lee Zhuohua's official disciple, so Lee Zhuohua did not pass down the Tao techniques of the Heavenly Faction to him, so he did not have any grudges in his heart at that time.

But now it was different.

"Master, I didn't expect that I would also be a master now, but I am still a little late compared to my junior brother and sisters." Lee Zhuohua thought to himself as he thought of the Heavenly Faction's Xie Yan Pavilion.

Lee Zhuohua could have taken in a disciple long ago with his cultivation level in the Boundless World, and even with his cultivation level at that time, he would have been able to establish his own sect.

However, Lee Zhuohua was wholeheartedly focused on the Dao and did not have any plans in this aspect, while his junior brothers and sisters had already produced third generation disciples in their respective sects.

However, now that he was taking in a disciple, Lee Zhuohua had a different feeling in his heart.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the room.

Hearing that, Lee Zhuohua was a little puzzled, he turned his head and asked Zi Lan: "You have other guests?"

Zi Lan was also a little lost when she heard the footsteps. At this moment, when she was asked by Lee Zhuohua, she subconsciously shook her head.

Seeing that Zi Lan denied it, Lee Zhuohua became suspicious in his heart, but when he thought about Jing Junchen, who he had just thrown out of the building, he understood.

"Bring it in the room and don't come out. I guess that the person from before has found a helper. I'll go out and take a look." Lee Zhuohua said to Zi Lan, telling her to stay in the room and not come out.

"Young master, he's the son of Marquis Ling Wu, Jing Junchen. He has a very powerful background, so you have to be careful." When Zi Lan heard Lee Zhuohua's words, she thought that it was Jing Junchen. Her expression couldn't help but change, and she started to worry for Lee Zhuohua in her heart.

"There's no need to worry." With regards to Zi Lan's worries, Lee Zhuohua only gave her a reassuring smile.

After that, Lee Zhuohua walked to the door of the side room and pushed it open.

Inside the Fang Seeking Tower, because the guests knew that the one who had been abandoned was Jing Juncheng, they had already fled. At this moment, there was only a small portion of the guests who had not yet had time to leave and Ziyun Hujing, who was drinking alone in the corner as if nothing was going on.

Jing Junchen brought Zhang Xun to Zi Lan's room.

Before Zhang Xun came to the Fang Seeking Tower with Jing Junchen, he had already carefully investigated how Lee Zhuohua had left Jing Junchen behind.

Although Jing Junchen had a bad temper, he did not exaggerate the matter when he described it to Zhang Xun. He explained clearly how Lee Zhuohua attacked.

However, Zhang Xun had never seen Lee Zhuohua fight with his own eyes, so he could only guess the cultivation realm of the person who attacked him based on Jing Junchen's description.

"The aura is out of the body. If what Little Houye said is correct, that person's strength should be around the Early Astral Reaching Realm." Zhang Xun was guessing Lee Zhuohua's strength in his heart.

At this moment, the door of the chamber, which had been closed, opened with a creak.

Zhang Xun immediately looked towards the door, wanting to see who dared to attack Jing Junchen.

In Zhang Xun's eyes, a young man wearing a black robe with an indifferent face walked out of the room. It was Lee Zhuohua.

Zhang Xun sized up Lee Zhuohua from head to toe. He felt that this person in front of him was ordinary and didn't seem to have a shocking background, but his bearing was so calm and composed. He really didn't know if this person really had something he could rely on, or if he was an audacious person who actually dared to attack the son of Marquis Ling Wu.

And when Jing Junchen saw Lee Zhuohua coming out, his face immediately became angry.

"Zhang Xun, this is the guy who threw me out of the building, causing me to lose all face. I want you to cripple him and let him know who he has offended." Jing Junchen pointed at Lee Zhuohua and said angrily.

Although he did not suffer any injuries after he was thrown out of the building, he had suffered a great humiliation from being laughed at by others. As the son of Marquis Ling Wu, he not only represented himself outside, but also the face of his father, Marquis Ling Wu.

He could not bear such humiliation, so he wanted Lee Zhuohua to pay the price for it.

And it was because of this that Zhang Xun would bring his subordinates to surround the Fang Seeking Tower. In order to protect Woo Hou's face, he wanted to let the world know that Woo Hou's dignity was not something that anyone could defy.

"Little Houye, I understand." Zhang Xun first respectfully responded to Jing Junchen, then took a step forward and used his aura to suppress Lee Zhuohua.

"Don't you know why we're here?" Zhang Xun stared at Lee Zhuohua and said.