The dwarf smiled foolishly and scratched his head.
"I don't know why Master Mumu Fan called you to the capital city in such a hurry. Maybe he has something for you."
Tang Nazhi shrugged his shoulders. His days in the Storm Continent were quite smooth. Every day, other than training, he rarely left the tribe where he trained.
His former laziness had disappeared after the other members of Phantom left the Forsaken Land. After all, all his companions were preparing for future battles. How could he be lazy?
Looking at his heavy sword, the corners of Tang Nazhi's mouth hooked up into a shallow smile. He wondered how his friends were doing.
The carriage slowly drove towards the capital city. Tang Nazhi finally arrived before nightfall.
The dwarf drove the carriage directly to Mumu Fan's mansion and took Tang Nazhi inside.
