"Hu!"
Niu Guangmo and the other seven quickly ran forward to help, but Yan Xiaohu refused.
Zhou Qing smiled and greeted them.
The eight felt an immense sadness, recalling their journey to Cyan Wood City to investigate the Blood Tai Sui, scenes that were still vivid in their minds.
Zhou Qing wasn't a fool; he knew what they were thinking. But it had to be said, he was now the safest one among them.
In the eyes of everyone, he was as good as a wastrel; even people from the Cangyan Daoist Palace couldn't be bothered with him.
Instead of dying quickly, he was left to live without hope, worse than death.
Yet now, he could strike unexpectedly at any time.
No one knew how much time had passed when Yan Xiaohu suddenly stopped. Zhou Qing, on his back, seemed to sense something and looked up in astonishment.
In front of his house, many core disciples were quietly waiting.
