"What could possibly happen here? You're thinking way too much," Xing Zhao said optimistically. He trusted that his Martial Uncle wasn't a fool. This was Song Clan territory; a fight couldn't break out here. After all, a Tier Three Array Master was no pushover.
"Senior Brother, Yuechan, I have some things to take care of. Let me show you to your guest rooms to rest first."
"You go ahead and get busy. We're not in a hurry." Zhuang Yuechan shook her head. She was still a little worried. 'It's better to wait here.'
"That's right, we're not in any rush. If you have things to do, Little Junior Brother, go on ahead. Don't worry about us," Xing Zhao said with a chuckle.
"Alright then. I'll handle it as quickly as I can. Please excuse me."
After bidding them farewell, Song Changsheng went to Yu Xueqian's room as quickly as he could. He already had a good idea of the purpose of her visit.
