Zhao Dun stared at the retreating figure of Huang An disappearing towards the courtyard gate, recalling his arrangement for Huang An, he shouted out:
"Tomorrow you can continue going to the Xialin Tribe's grand courtyard. You don't need to wear the mask anymore, but you can if you want. Lord Luo took the pistol away, and I didn't get it back!"
The tone of Master's voice changed from indifferent to regretful, especially when he talked about giving the pistol to Lord Luo.
The pistol is gone?
Huang An's face changed, he paused, turned his head, responded to his master, saw his master wave his hand, and quickly ran outside.
If he didn't run, he would get drenched.
The pistol is gone, but he probably won't need it for now.
This pistol was exchanged for Senior Sister Zhao, which proves its worth.
As Huang An left, Zhao Dun set his gaze on his two daughters.
Looking at their faces, Zhao Dun's expression gradually softened, and his tiger-like eyes filled with concern.
