"Explain yourself, Vice Chairman,"
Zhang Leng raised his voice as if trying to make it carry through the forest, drawing the attention of people in the camp opposite.
The Vice Chairman of Rain Listener wore an awkward expression, remained silent with his mouth shut, and glanced back at Fang Hong and the others before speaking softly, "Miss Atira, this does not concern you, please head back first."
Atira nodded and was about to lead the others away.
But Zhang Leng extended a hand, and a tall, two-handed swordsman stepped out from behind him to block their path, his voice resonating assertively, "Hold on, who said you could leave?"
Fang Hong stopped and eyed the young man.
"Zhang Leng, this matter has nothing to do with Miss Atira," the Vice Chairman said with a hint of anger, "This is an internal guild affair, do you intend to throw people out?"
