"Manor Lord..." The Wuyun Sect disciple folded his fists, about to say something, but was interrupted by Cheng Ziang waving his hand.
"Enough, enough, don't mention it, we appreciate the help from the Wuyun Sect," Cheng Ziang hurriedly said.
He was well aware of why the Wuyun Sect appeared here—it was somewhat akin to a dog marking its territory with urine. The Wuyun Sect obviously wanted to prove something to the townspeople: that the entire delegation had sided with the Wuyun Sect.
If it were any other time, he would definitely disagree with such actions, but since they were leaving tomorrow, it didn't matter if they left behind a bad reputation in town.
After speaking, Cheng Ziang squeezed through the crowded crowd and pursued the direction in which that person had fled. Although the crowd was dense, they consciously cleared a path for him just as he reached them.
"Feng, did you notice that person?" Cheng Ziang turned his head and asked.
"Hmm," Feng nodded affirmatively.
