Outside the room, hearing Peng Yuanshan's angry curses, Wang Zhanshan looked at Zhao Rui with a conflicted expression and asked hesitantly, "Elder Ge... he..."
"I only saw him a couple of times a few days ago. I don't know where he is either!"
Zhao Rui told the truth.
"Oh!"
Wang Zhanshan's shoulders slumped. He knew Elder Ge wasn't particularly fond of him, but unfortunately, of the grand-disciple generation, only two remained—one was in the army, and the other was him.
So, he could only swallow his pride and serve as a coach at the Martial Arts Institute.
He was temporarily managing everything in Mingcan Courtyard on Elder Ge's behalf.
"You just can't stay out of trouble. From now on, try to get involved in fewer 'heroic' deeds."
Wang Zhanshan said, displeased.
"Got it, Coach!"
Zhao Rui's agreement was exceptionally brisk.
The next day, a few security guards changed into plain clothes and headed to the Wall-Facing Chamber on the front mountain of Mingcan Courtyard.
