Upon hearing the scolding, Zhang Xiaohua, Lu Chaoxian, and the head disciple all looked up.
From not far away, a middle-aged man clad in brocade robes with long arms and legs, and bulging temples, appeared with an angry expression on his face. He was using his flying skill, rushing towards them. Judging by his attire, he was a disciple of Wu Ming Hall.
Before the middle-aged man got close, the Wu Ming Hall team leader went up to meet him and respectfully greeted him, "Uncle Zhang, you've come early?"
Uncle Zhang's anger did not subside due to the team leader's courtesy. Upon getting closer, he berated harshly, "Was it you who let your subordinates gallop on horseback? Do you not know that in the dense forest, the most taboo thing is to move quickly? Only by moving slowly can you avoid danger!"
