No one resisted, and no one questioned.
"Go on." Xia qingchen waved his hand.
The king left with Wu die in a daze, and the Royal guards retreated like the tide.
Pavilion master Chen knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy.
"As for you, let's see what happens next! Get lost!" Xia qingchen cast a disgusted glance at Pavilion master Chen.
It was as if the latter had been granted Amnesty. He bent his back and retreated, leaving Xia qingchen's vision.
In the end, only the Zhang clan was left in the room.
Plop-
Zhang wangya, Zhang Lian Xing, and the other members of the Zhang clan all knelt down.
"The Zhang clan will never forget your kindness, special envoy." Zhang wangya was moved to tears of gratitude.
He had never thought that the person who had saved the Zhang clan from the brink of death was a little disciple who delivered the ashes.
"It's nothing, get up." Xia qingchen waved his hand, and a gentle wave of inner strength lifted them up.
