Hearing Li Zhongnan's words, Lu Mingsheng smiled and said, "Mr. Li, my apologies, I almost forgot. For a master like you, how could a mere Yu Yao be enough to satisfy you..."
As he spoke, his gaze flickered towards Su Yin, suggesting, "How about you go first?"
The group of hangers-on behind him suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at Li Zhongnan. How could this man command such respect from the usually domineering Lu Mingsheng? What exactly was his identity?
And when Su Yin looked at Li Zhongnan, her complexion instantly turned pale. She had never dreamed that Li Zhongnan would be of the same ilk as Lu Mingsheng, mired in infamy.
However, Li Zhongnan's aura surged, and the room's door suddenly shut. A biting cold light directly pressed against Lu Mingsheng's neck, sending a spine-chilling sensation throughout his body. As Lu Mingsheng faced the threatening Sword Energy, he nearly knelt down on the ground.
