Chang Qing arrived at the temple entrance and looked up.
By the bonfire sat two individuals, a youth in dark attire and a middle-aged man in armor.
This stance clearly showed they weren't easy to approach, but there was no choice as this was the only place to rest within a dozen miles.
Chang Qing took a step forward, cupped his hand apologetically and said, "The road is long and the night dark, please pardon my intrusion."
"It's fine, a meeting is as good as becoming friends, have a seat."
The youth initially wore a warm smile, but upon seeing the dried crimson bloodstain on Chang Qing's shoulder, his expression turned slightly colder.
"Young master, take it slow."
At this moment, Uncle Fu smiled as he silently stepped in front of Chang Qing.
His gaze swept past the two people beside the bonfire, revealing a hint of gravity in his eyes.
The youth was dismissible, though his cultivation was not trivial, with Uncle Fu around, nothing unexpected would happen.
