At his words, Lu Hanyang's fists clenched subconsciously, emitting a CRACK-CRACK-CRACK sound.
Of course, his sister Lu Hanyan had already told him about this.
But Lu Hanyang had naturally dismissed it as nonsense—just some ghost stories the Fake Lu Chao used to scare people. Before actually meeting Lu Chao, he had scorned any talk of a "Fierce Ghost."
But now, he felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Lu Chao ignored Lu Hanyang and turned to Zheng Zhuhe. "Zheng Liling was a fast runner back in Saint Su City. He was even faster at the ruins of the Azure Flame Sect."
"Zheng Zhuhe, does your Patriarch, Zheng Liling, specialize in running techniques?"
In Saint Su City, Zheng Liling fled when faced with Lu Chao's storm of arrows.
He ran away from the battle at the Azure Flame Sect ruins, too.
Lu Chao had nothing more to say to Zheng Zhuhe and his cronies. With a single question, he shot down Zheng Zhuhe's self-righteous posturing.
