Zhou Chen quickly supported his companion, his face extremely pale.
The three left in a hurry, their figures fleeing in panic.
Outside the courtyard, Zhao Huaizhen finally dared to step forward, a layer of cold sweat still on his forehead.
He bowed respectfully: "Immortal Master, this matter…"
"No matter."
Song Yan waved his hand: "This is an old grudge between our two sects, City Lord need not worry."
"City Lord Zhao, we have bothered you a lot these past few days."
Zhao Huaizhen quickly said: "Immortal Master, you are too kind! It is my good fortune to be able to serve the Immortal Master."
Song Yan nodded slightly and said to Xiao Ju: "The matters in Yunxi City are almost handled. Pack your things, we will set off tomorrow."
Xiao Ju responded: "Yes."
The next morning, Song Yan politely declined Zhao Huaizhen's farewell banquet and left the City Lord's Mansion with Xiao Ju.
"Senior Song, I saw that City Lord wanted you to guide his daughter in Cultivation…"
