"Little Brother Wolfe, are you kidding?" The steward of the Lu family was stunned, looking at him with a strange expression: "This is the Lu family. You say someone wants to kill you here?"
He chuckled, patted Forest Wolfe on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's not joke around. Tell me, what's the matter? You are the Sect Leader of Pendletoni Mountain, who would dare to touch you?"
"I'm serious! Look!" Forest Wolfe handed over the white lotus.
Only three petals were left on the lotus.
"Last time you gave it to me, there were four petals. Just now, just now! I almost died. If it weren't for this thing on me, I would've been a corpse already!"
"Is it really that serious?" The steward took the white lotus, noticing the fresh break marks, and was somewhat surprised: "Who?"
He had personally delivered the lotus to Pendletoni Mountain back then and naturally knew the wonders of the lotus.
There were four pieces at the time, now only three remain.
And it was just used.
