Lu Qingshan said somewhat helplessly, "Moreover, cultivation requires resources. If I don't go to the battlefield, how can my cultivation progress so quickly? Where does the money come from for cultivating Divine Skills and refining Magical Treasures?"
"So what do you mean?"
Lu Changsheng understood his son's words and lightly raised his eyebrows.
"Since they want to kill me, then I'll let them try!"
Lu Qingshan's sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and a sharp sword light shot from his eyes.
"Brother, you want to use yourself as bait!?"
Nearby, Lu Qingqi immediately spoke up, knowing that her sister Lu Wangshu liked to do such things.
"No way, that's too dangerous."
As the mother, Lu Miaohuan immediately disapproved, thinking it completely places oneself in danger.
"Mother, with father around, what danger can there be."
Lu Qingshan grinned and said without concern.
If it weren't for insufficient strength, Lu Qingshan would always take revenge overnight.
