"Hm?"
Almost colliding face to face, Mr. Zhao's eyebrows knit together.
"Who are you?"
Mr. Zhao scrutinized the two newcomers with a cold gaze.
"Is it you?" But Liu Rujing, from behind, had already exclaimed in shock.
The youth and the girl who had walked in were naturally Qin Qing and Jiang Ruorong.
"Brother Qing!" Ning Nianci shouted loudly as soon as she saw Qin Qing.
"Put down little Ci!" Qin Qing said to the middle-aged man before him.
This middle-aged man was almost eight feet tall, and while he was quite tall, he was also very thin, his skin showing an unhealthy pallor. His eyebrows and the hair visible at the edge of his headcloth were a mix of black and white.
Clearly a man, yet he exuded an extremely Yin and soft aura.
"Put down little Ci!" Qin Qing called out again.
However, Mr. Zhao remained unmoved.
He waved his hand.
Behind him, aside from the person holding Ning Nianci, the other three in black robes all rushed toward Qin Qing in the next moment.
