"Someone is coming, and there are three of them?"
Zhang Jing's heart filled with doubt.
Up until now, he hadn't seemed to expose his whereabouts; otherwise, the street in front of the door would not be as cold as it was at this moment.
So who could it be?
Zhang Jing couldn't help but recall the spontaneous feeling he just had.
"Did the three outside the door say anything else?"
"Master, they also said they came to find Qingyun," came the forthright voice of the bronze beast's head at the gate.
"Qingyun, could it be—"
Zhang Jing's mind stirred, as if realizing something, and he immediately rose to walk towards the door.
...
...
Not much time had passed.
In the room, four figures sat facing each other, each with a faint knowing smile on their faces.
"Haha, it turns out to be the three esteemed friends."
Qingyun's robust voice was the first to speak. His gaze lightly swept over the three beings before him, and a sense of kinship inexplicably welled up within him.
