C150 Stabilizing Qin Sword's Might

"Jiao Jiu, greetings, senior!" Jiao Jiu bowed slightly to Lee Luanxian and said solemnly.

Lee Luanxian frowned and looked at Jiao Jiu. His eyes were as sharp as knives and seemed to be able to pierce through Jiao Jiu's skin and into his heart.

"Demon race?" Lee Luanxian said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Jiao Jiu's scalp went numb, but he still forced himself to say