"Master, Third Junior Brother has sent a letter!"
Han Zhong was pondering over the recent events in the hall, as he walked on without stopping and spoke in a deep voice:
"Do not speak for now, follow me inside!"
As he spoke, the door before them automatically opened.
The burly man quickly sensed that the Master's mood was off, furrowed his thick brows, followed closely inside and shut the door, then turned around and tentatively called out,
"Master, is there something wrong?"
When the entourage from the Royal Beiliang Mansion arrived, he was on this peak, unaware of what had just transpired.
Han Zhong, with his hands behind his back, turned around, his head slightly tilted to one side, revealing a thoughtful expression, and asked:
"Which of your brothers and sisters are currently on the mountain?"
The burly man sensed the atmosphere was somewhat off, adjusted his expression, and steadied his hands,
