Lu Zijia chuckled and shook her head. "I don't know. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. However, regardless of whether it's true or not, since we've met him, let's help!"
Anyway, Lu Yizhe didn't look like someone with impure thoughts.
Even if it didn't matter, she would just treat it as doing a good deed every day.
On the other side, Lu Yizhe, who left in a daze with Spirit Stones in his arms, was stopped by two cultivators not long after he entered an alley.
One of the young men with a beard said, "Young Master Lu, if you don't want to suffer, hand over the Spirit Stones obediently. Otherwise, don't blame us for not showing mercy."
The other short and fat young man chuckled and said, "Young Master Lu, we don't have much patience. Don't think about it for too long."
As the two cultivators spoke, Lu Yizhe finally came back to his senses from his daze. He looked up at the two men in front of him and a hint of hatred flashed through his eyes.
