"What? Do you plan on detaining us?" Leng Bing, having recovered a touch of his primordial energy, stood up. One of his eyes emitted a chilling light as he coldly stared at Lu Tianyue.
"Why not?" A voice echoed from within the courtyard.
Then Chu Mo strolled out from the courtyard at a leisurely pace.
"Master!" Fang Lan, who was in the Jin Family's camp, cheered happily.
She ran towards Chu Mo and gazed at him with a face of admiration, "Master, you're truly amazing!"
"..." Chu Mo was at a loss for words as he gave Fang Lan a glare, reprimanding her, "Why on earth would you come over at such a time?"
"I am your disciple! Aren't your concerns my concerns?" Fang Lan retorted, acting as if it were a matter of course.
She was not silly or dumb. She knew that, with her current strength, she couldn't be of any actual help to Chu Mo. But whether she could help was one thing, what matters was her attitude, which was another story.
