"Greetings, Young Master Zhong!"
The Patriarch of the Liew Family respectfully greeted Zhong Wushang, as if he hadn't seen his own daughter sitting in Zhong Wushang's embrace.
Zhong Wushang only nodded slightly, not speaking to the Patriarch of the Liew Family. Instead, the man in heavy armor spoke: "The young master's time is precious, there is no spare time to linger here. You have only one night."
"I understand, thank you, young master!"
Upon hearing the words from the heavily armored man, everyone rejoiced immensely. These words signified the impending doom of the Skeleton Sect. The Patriarch of the Liew Family deeply bowed to Zhong Wushang, and the people behind him also saluted, their hearts filled with excitement.
"Whoosh..."
The Flying Chariot descended into the large tent set up at the rear, erected specifically for Zhong Wushang's rest.
