"Young Master Zhang..." Zheng Zhijun still wanted to say something.
"Get lost!" Zhang Yuhong shouted angrily. Two lackeys rushed up to directly kicked Zheng Zhijun out and closed the door immediately as if they had just kicked out a dog.
Zheng Zhijun grew anxious like ants in a hot pot. If it was as he had guessed, the group consisted of disciples of Celestial Sect. No matter who won or lost, this matter would be difficult to resolve. Even his Zheng family would suffer.
No, this matter had to be reported to Great Master Zhang as soon as possible. Only he could stop Zhang Yuhong now.
Although Kai Yuan City was still 200 miles away, Zheng Zhijun couldn't care less. He rushed towards Kai Yuan City as fast as he could.
