"If you have nothing to do, don't stay here, return to the yamen." Shangguan Feihua scolded.
"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Rongfang nodded.
Unconsciously, he suddenly smelled a trace of blood.
Following the scent, he looked to the side.
In the distance, those young men and women, along with their bodyguards, had already fallen into a pool of blood without knowing when...
"Sir!" Zhang Zhenhai quickly approached from the side, "Are you all right?" One of her arms was lightly injured, but her spirit was fine.
"That person suddenly escaped by themselves just now. The Master must have gone to track them, right?" she said.
"Hmm? Has the Master already left?" Zhang Rongfang turned his head and realized that Shangguan Feihua had already gone.
These Grandmasters, each with martial arts realms far beyond his, indeed acted unpredictably when they get serious.
