The restless Xia Weibao finally couldn't hold back and got up to find him.
In a secluded corner, she found him.
Lu Hualiang was currently facing away from her direction, and in front of him, several black-clad men were kneeling.
They seemed to be discussing something important, with serious expressions on their faces.
Xia Weibao didn't dare to approach, afraid of disturbing them, yet she couldn't resist wanting to eavesdrop on what they were saying.
So she focused her inner strength, amplifying her hearing.
"Master, we really can't delay any longer. You must return to take charge, or it will be too late once things are set in stone!"
"I have my own sense of things."
Lu Hualiang's voice was calm and steady, one Xia Weibao had never heard before.
She trembled slightly, her mind went blank, and she looked at the man's back, her gaze seemingly floating.
Is he... leaving?
