'Deng deng deng!'
"Drive!"
With the coachmen's loud shouts and lashes of the whip, the carriage slowly departed from the Corpse-Driving Sect, heading towards the nearest He City.
Inside the carriage.
Yang Feipeng handed Su Yu some jerky, showing concern: "Brother Su, I see you've been silent all the way. Are you worried about something?"
"Ah, to be honest, I'm originally from a concubine's lineage, and my father has never really liked me.
This time entering the sect, I've finally gained a bit of face among friends and family.
But if I go back like this, he might fly into a rage, and it wouldn't be surprising if he drives me out of the house."
Perhaps moved by Yang Feipeng's kindness, Su Yu blurted out his worries.
Understanding Su Yu's concerns, Yang Feipeng thought for a moment and said, "If Brother Su doesn't mind, you're welcome to stay at my home temporarily."
"This... how could I impose?" Su Yu was momentarily stunned.
