"Master, is it really true?"
"Yes. Let's not panic," Zhang Xu said with a nod.
But he had unconsciously crumpled the piece of paper in his hand into a ball.
The two waited for a while longer. Suddenly, Elder Zhou seemed to spot something and said:
"Master, look! Isn't that the Young Master and the others?!"
Zhang Xu quickly squinted, his gaze fixed outside the city.
A caravan was slowly approaching from the distance. The size and style of the carriages were remarkably similar to those of their Hundred Herbs Hall!
'Could it be...?' Zhang Xu felt a mix of excitement and anticipation, but a thread of worry still lingered in his heart.
Before long, the caravan drew closer, and the two could finally see clearly.
"It's my son, it's my son! They've returned safely!" Zhang Xu exclaimed with joy.
"Master, that's wonderful! The heavens are truly protecting our Hundred Herbs Hall!" Elder Zhou was also extremely excited.
