Bafang City was located on the essential passageway to Bafang Mountain, with towering city walls and bustling shops, clearly a thriving location.
In the northeastern corner of Bafang City was the domain of the Flying Smoke Fortress.
When Xue An followed Lian Yunting to the front of the fortress's gates, there was already someone waiting for them.
"Second Miss, the master is already aware of the attack on you by the Fierce Spirit Sect. He's currently meeting with guests and has instructed me to wait here for you!" said the chief steward of the Flying Smoke Fortress in a respectful tone.
Lian Yunting nodded her head, "This is the senior who saved me. Make sure to treat him well, without any negligence!"
"Yes!"
Lian Yunting then smiled at Xue An, "Senior, I'll go and change my clothes. You can rest for a moment in the guest hall first!"
Xue An nodded his head.
Lian Yunting left.
The steward stepped forward and said, "Senior, please follow me!"
