"Master."
Sima Rou finally arrived and saw the scene in front of her. Astonished, her eyes fell on the leading old Daoist of the Primordial Lineage, a hint of moisture in her eyes, as she called out "Master" and swiftly charged into the crowd.
"Nephew Sima, Junior Sister, Uncle... "
Despite the unfavorable circumstances, all the elders and disciples of the Primordial sect showed a smile.
Sun Yun nodded and smiled, "Rou, it's rare for you to care. You've arrived just in time for the sect's battle against the rebels. Where's Han Wushang? Hasn't he come back?"
As he spoke, a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes.
Given the current situation, if Han Wushang were here, he might manage to risk his life holding back a powerful foe, but Sima Rou couldn't.
