"Is there an important matter?" Zhang Rongfang's expression turned serious, "Do you need help?"
Usually, besides the matters related to him, the Thousand Stone Sect has many miscellaneous affairs to deal with.
Such as recruiting new disciples, capturing and punishing traitors, collecting treasures and medicinal materials, socializing with friends, and so on.
People are not items; they all have their own social activities. So Zuo Han is not always by his side; he occasionally leaves to handle his own affairs.
He's used to this situation.
"The Sect Leader has already mentioned it; please don't worry, the Crown Prince, he will handle it himself," the man replied.
"Alright, you may leave." At this point, Zhang Rongfang understood in his heart that he can only wait until Zuo Han returns to try again.
"Yes."
The black-clad man from the Thousand Stone Sect quickly stood up, retreated a few steps, and turned to swiftly leave.
