My disciples are all villains.

Lu Zhou nodded and asked, “Which of you are Venerable Masters?”

“This junior, Hua Yin, the eldest disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain.”

“This junior, Liang Yufeng, the second disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain.”

“This junior, Zhou Guang, the third disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain.”

“This junior, Yun Tongxiao, the fourth disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain.”

“This junior, Zhang Xiaoruo, the fifth disciple of the Autumn Dew Mountain,” Zhang Xiaoruo said before he added proudly, “I’m also the newest Venerable Master of this

century.”

There were Chen Fu’s five eldest disciples, and they were all males.

Lu Zhou’s gaze swept past the five people before he nodded and said, “Not bad.” Then, he paused for a moment before he said, “I also have ten useless disciples. They like

sparring with experts a lot.”

Zhang Xiaoruo said, “I agree with master.”

This was Autumn Dew Mountain, after all. How could Zhang Xiaoruo be willing to destroy Autumn Dew Mountain?

Lu Zhou nodded. “Very well. Who’s willing to fight first?”

Little Yuan’er stopped what she was doing and hurriedly raised her hand. “Master! Me! Me!”

“Ninth Junior Sister?”

Hua Yin smiled. “Miss Ninth, there’s no need for this. Why don’t you spar with another person?”

one of them was willing to spar with a girl. Even if they won, they would not feel victorious.

Little Yuan’er put her hands on her hips and said unhappily, “Why? Master, I already have 20 Birth Charts now! I can fight!”