At this moment.
In an abandoned cabin deep in the mountains.
Chu Ping collapsed with a muffled groan, covered in blood.
He no longer had the strength to resist.
Guoguo knelt by his side, pleading desperately.
"Stop hitting him, he's my friend. I'll go with you, I'll go home!"
Only then did the group of strong men stop.
Guoguo cried as he moved to Chu Ping's side: "I'm sorry for dragging you into this."
The blood on Chu Ping's forehead had long blurred his vision.
But he stared intently at Guoguo, unable to speak, but as if trying to convey something with his gaze.
The group of burly men were all highly skilled in martial arts, and even Chu Ping couldn't match them.
The leader spoke in a stern tone, "Young Master, during the years you've been gone, Lord has been searching for your whereabouts."
"I never expected you to flee to Great Chu. The master said that if you don't return with us, we'll destroy everything you have, including your friend's life."
