"Young Master, Let us return. Master should be back soon," the Nangong Family's great elder said as he looked at Nangong Wuque who was lying on the chair.
Bu Fang was also slouching on a chair as he looked at this group of people. When he heard what they said, his ears twitched and he started to feel excitement in his heart.
Secret Realm? What could that possibly be?
Nangong Wuque frowned and looked into the elder's eye. He exhaled a long breath and sighed. Standing up, Nangong Wuque replied, "Since the elder has already spoken, what more can I say? Let's go back and get ready to welcome my dad back home."
The smile on the great elder's face got even bigger.
"Young Master, this way, please."
A path opened in the crowd and Nangong Wuque, who was wearing a red robe, strode through the crowd. His red hair fluttered behind him as a breeze blew against his face.
