Lu looked at his empty hands. At the moment, he wished to slap himself. The impulse was the devil. How could he say such a thing? It was the root of his life. He gave it away like that. His mouth was very poor.

Xuanming was somewhat surprised. The burner Lu had been wearing on him for hundreds of years. The burner was an ancient instrument and was sent out so easily.

And even if he used his own instrument now, it would be worse than burning a cupola, but that one had been used for a long time and would not be willing to replace it.

"Guan Yu, you...