"Mm," Zhao Yang replied, calmly following him all the way to the mountain palace.
The old man invited them in, saying, "The Taoist Master is waiting for you inside; please come in."
Xuanyuan Mo Ze crossed the threshold and walked in, holding Feng Jiu's hand. The others followed while Feng Ye and Zhao Yang walked at the very end. Feng Ye saluted the old man meekly after seeing them enter. "Uncle Liu, we've returned."
Although the old man was the steward, this palace was sparsely populated. Apart from them, there was only Steward Liu and a few disciples who ran errands. They were close to Uncle Liu because he took such good care of them. They felt guilty when they saw him this time.
It's because they drugged Uncle Liu before slipping down the mountain…
"Go in! Your master is waiting for you inside!" Uncle Liu looked at them sternly and motioned for them to enter.
