The State Preceptor was knocked into a big tree. His vision darkened and he fainted.
Shadow Thirteen tightened the reins, stopped the carriage, and used his qinggong to fish him out. The State Preceptor was already unrecognizable. Shadow Thirteen only recognized him after a long time. "Could it be… the Nanzhao State Preceptor?" What had the State Preceptor experienced today…
"Young Master." Shadow Thirteen looked at the carriage.
In the carriage, Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, "To the courtyard at the back of the mountain."
"Yes."
Shadow Thirteen threw the State Preceptor into the carriage. His young master was obsessed with cleanliness and naturally could not tolerate sitting with him. He could only let him lie in the outer carriage seat for a while.
After a few knocks on the seat outside, the State Preceptor's face became even more unsightly.
