"General, where are you feeling unwell?" Minghong looked at Wei Qiong with a face full of concern.
"Perhaps it's because I've been on the road for days; I'm a bit tired and would like to rest."
Wei Qiong clearly wanted to send him away.
Although Minghong didn't understand why, he would never question the General's words.
Minghong nodded, bowed, and then turned to leave.
Only when the steady footsteps outside had disappeared did the person on the roof lift the tiles and leap down.
"You've been following me for so many years, aren't you going to give someone a proper status by now?"
This light and fluttering voice, this way of speaking, was still exactly the same as before.
A twinge of sourness swept through Wei Qiong's heart.
"You're in such a state, yet you dare to come to me; aren't you afraid I'll have you arrested and brought to justice?"
