Lu Fang...
Chen Yuan looked at the young Daoist in front of him and seemed to have some impression of him.
Among the people who came to congratulate him during the day, the two geniuses from the Yuhua Immortal Sect were the only ones to come without being invited, and the gifts they offered were second only to his second brother, Chen Yi.
In his memory, after this young Daoist named Lu Fang arrived at the Zhou Residence, he did not do anything particularly outrageous.
Unexpectedly, it was him...
Thinking of this.
Chen Yuan held his forehead with one hand, gripped the Absolute Blade with the other, stared at him intently, and asked in a cold voice:
"Are you not a disciple of the Yuhua Immortal Sect?"
"Of course not."
Lu Fang had a smile on the corner of his mouth as he walked in from under the main hall's eaves, his steps light as if he were in a very good mood, or as if he felt at ease as though he were coming home.
