This made Zhao Wen Ruo somewhat surprised.
Given the entanglements and grudges between Song Changming and the Zhao Family, at this moment, Song Changming should be flustered upon seeing him.
"I invited the young friend to come with me." Zhao Wen Ruo's aged voice was penetrating, and the resulting sound wave was like an invisible heavy hammer striking down hard.
Under such suddenness, ordinary Innate Martial Artists would be injured by this hidden blow.
But Song Changming stood in place, and this sound wave seemed like a gentle breeze, as he remained calm and composed, as if he had not felt anything.
Zhao Wen Ruo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, recalling Zhao Boqi's reminder before his departure.
This boy is by no means an ordinary Innate Martial Artist, and cannot be measured by common sense!
"Where are we going?" Song Changming asked.
"You'll know when the time comes." Zhao Wen Ruo replied.
