Winter has passed, and spring has come.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the new buds slowly emerging at the treetops on the wall.
The tender green buds trembled slightly in the wind, making it difficult to discern whether it was the branches swaying or the buds themselves.
"The news from the General Pavilion is unclear now, even Wushan Prefecture, such a large city, can be neglected. Let alone other towns.
Moreover, the Super Grade Sea Dragon is arriving... A storm is brewing..."
He turned around to face Qingsu and Weili standing behind him.
After some recuperation, Weili's health had improved significantly.
At this moment, under his gaze, Weili's body trembled, knowing what he wanted to inquire about.
"Sir, this division of the Golden Wing Pavilion oversees four routes, essentially subordinate to the Eastern Sect organization around Dinghe Road.
But the Golden Wing Pavilion is not the only organization led by the master," Weili said.
