"I didn't know Alchemist Lu was visiting. My apologies for the neglect—please forgive me, Alchemist Lu."
After all, Lu Chang'sheng was the head of a household, late-stage Qi Cultivation battle power, and a Grade B alchemist; the Zhao-named cultivator didn't dare act casually in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao doesn't seem nearly as nervous as you claim," said Lu Chang'sheng.
"Ah—" Zhao forced a dry, awkward smile. "That's a fault of my own."
Saying this, he pulled out a pouch of spirit stones.
"What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Zhao?" Lu Chang'sheng glanced over.
"Consider this my apology."
Lu Chang'sheng's heart sank. The reason he'd sought this man out first was that his behavior was always smooth and cautious—perhaps he could pry out some answers.
But even with Lu Chang'sheng standing right there, the man revealed nothing.
"Who is scheming against my Lu Mansion?"
"I beg Alchemist Lu to spare me."
Seeing this, Lu Chang'sheng did not press further.
