Murong Qing immediately cupped his fists and bowed.
The group of people behind him also solemnly bowed in respect.
Flap flap—
The Great Demon flapping its wings hovered in front of the city walls.
Murong Qing said, "Welcome, Sir!"
Chief Jin looked at the oblivious Murong Qing accompanied by a beauty, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face, "Enough with the welcoming!"
Faced with Chief Jin's sudden anger, Murong Qing was at a loss.
He had meant well, so how did he offend Chief Jin?
"Sir, what's the matter?"
"Don't mind me, Murong Qing, you better hurry back to Huangli City. If the Immortal Sect finds out you're here, you won't be able to leave."
"Sir, what happened?"
He's not a fool, Chief Jin's words cannot be without cause.
Most likely, something happened with the Immortal Sect.
Something beyond Chief Jin's control.
Thinking of this, his heart sank as if a heavy hammer had struck it, staring at Chief Jin hoping the answer wouldn't be what he feared.
