When Wang Ping returned to the courtyard of the Qianmu Temple residence, he saw Zhao Qing sitting dejectedly at a makeshift round table. The ten Inner Sect Disciples and twenty Jianghu Travelers he had brought with him were gathered near the entrance to the east courtyard.
"Senior Brother!" Zhao Qing exclaimed, immediately rising to his feet as Wang Ping entered the courtyard.
"They didn't give you too much trouble, did they?" Wang Ping suddenly found the situation a little amusing, but at the same time, his sense of caution grew.
"Not really. I'm just incredibly frustrated."
"That's good..." Wang Ping sat down at the round table and said, "Any news from the outside?"
"I've heard a few things, and none of it is good news..."
