Lu Jingshen hurriedly slapped his own mouth.
"Whatever you do, don't tell the Great Palace Lord! I was planning on preparing a thoughtful gift of filial piety when I meet her in the future. Don't make me offer my head instead."
"I'm just scaring you. The Great Palace Lord isn't that petty," Li Weiyi said.
Lu Jingshen dared not ask any more about the Great Palace Lord.
He grabbed Li Weiyi's wrist and ascended the tower.
"Come, I'll take you to meet someone."
The tower was a hundred zhang tall.
Its top was a pavilion with a half-hip-and-gable roof, offering a wide, open view that overlooked a large part of Dragon City.
Lu Jingchen looked five or six parts similar to Lu Jingshen.
He appeared to be in his thirties, with a steady gaze.
Standing there, his presence was as imposing as a mountain and as profound as a deep pool, truly an extraordinary air.
He sized up Li Weiyi, who had come up the tower with Lu Jingshen.
With a serious expression, he cupped his fist and said, "Ten Thousand Mile Pavilion, Lu Jingchen, Jingshen's second brother."
Li Weiyi sensed a very strange aura from this person and returned the courtesy, "Li Weiyi."