A silver sword beam lingered around Luo Qingchen's body. His figure escaped out of the residence, and his majestic mental power and Qi Blood intertwined, galloping like lightning behind the clouds.
The burly coachman, Zhu Shan, accompanied him out of Qingzhou. When he was happy, Zhu Shan was still around. When he was disappointed, Zhu Shan was still around.
But this time, Zhu Shan might really be gone.
Today, he did not see Zhu Shan. He thought that the coachman was busy with something. Usually, when he did not need the service, Zhu Shan could move freely.
Luo Qingchen still remembered that Zhu Shan had a lover who he met at the Falling Flower Pavilion in Lin'an Prefecture every seven days.
He thought that Zhu Shan was not in the residence and might have gone to find that lover to release his pressure.
