Ahn Xuwu entered Dubhe City, and a group of people walked briskly on the streets.
The bystanders immediately recognized Ahn Xuwu.
Upon seeing him, everyone bowed respectfully, not daring to show the slightest hint of negligence.
Some elderly women even pulled their sons over to him, pleading for the Sky Martial Sect to take them in as disciples.
However, they were naturally rejected.
Ahn Xuwu headed toward the Zhan Residence, and soon, the group arrived at the gates of the residence.
"Sect Leader Ahn, do we really need to be in such a hurry to visit them? Is seeing that bastard so important?"
Zhao Shengyang asked curiously.
"Shengyang, I know your master was killed, and you are angry, but when we enter later, don't speak out of turn. Let me do the talking,"
Zhao Shengyang was very puzzled, as he couldn't see any anger on Ahn Xuwu's face.
Was he simply too shrewd, or did he truly not care about it?
