But Cao Zhengyang gently shook his head.
He had visited multiple times in the capacity of the Taiqing Sect's Leader, but was always ignored.
Apparently, Sikong Yan, the madman, just wants to torment Gao Xuan.
Yet at this moment, the mountain gate rippled.
Soon after, Wu Sha emerged step by step and cupped his fists towards Zhou Qing, "Our Palace Master invites the Junior Sect Leader inside for a talk."
Zhou Qing's heart stirred slightly.
It seemed that they were intentionally waiting for him.
Just as he was about to step forward, Mo Xingjian urgently grabbed his sleeve, eyes full of concern.
Zhou Qing smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Master. No one can harm me now."
Cao Zhengyang said sternly, "I will go with you."
"The Palace Master only invites the Junior Sect Leader." Wu Sha coldly refused.
Zhou Qing turned his gaze to Gao Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and solemnly promised, "Don't worry, Uncle, Nannan's matter is on me."
