"Sigh... Sigh... Sigh..."
Early in the morning, Zhang Heqing and the other Hall Masters of the Returning Heart Sect were pacing back and forth uneasily at the entrance of a tent.
Until the arrival of the white fan and the other strange figures. Everyone immediately looked straight at him.
"You all waited here for a night?" Zhu Qiyi couldn't help but ask with a twitch of his lips.
"We are really worried about the wounded. We are so worried that we can't eat or sleep at night, so we are waiting here."Yang Yulin, the hall master of the Chaotic Stars Hall, took the lead in answering. The other hall masters also nodded in agreement.
'I believed your ghost…'
As the chief steward of the sect, Zhu Qiyi understood the nature of these people.
However, he did not point it out. He shook his head twice and walked into the tent.
