He only mentioned South City, without saying he's here to deal with the evil at the Black Tower, leaving some room for maneuver.
"Master, please get me out now," Chu Ming said, his face suddenly turning pale.
"Huh?" Xiang Yue was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood.
"..."
About a quarter of an hour later, Yang Feng arrived in a hurried manner with his men, pretending to be flustered. Seeing Xiang Yue with the pale-faced young man in white, his eyes showed both disappointment and surprise.
The surprise was feigned, while the disappointment came from his heart.
"Duke Xirong, we failed to protect you well, and you've been frightened..."
All the politeness of the scene came forth at this moment.
Chu Ming closed his eyes, feeble and weak, appearing greatly frightened.
Xiang Yue snorted and helped Chu Ming leave.
After a few steps, Yang Feng ran up again, bowed and cupped his fists, asking, "May I ask, Duke Xirong, what happened during the explosion in South City?"
