Zi Tong regarded Meng Fusheng and Murong Dongli as friends and would not be polite to them. However, the request was limited to what they could do. Dragging her friends to die was not something she would do.
Before Murong Dongli could speak, an attendant rushed in and asked Zi Tong about something.
It was inconvenient for the two of them to participate, so Murong Dongli stood up and invited Meng Fusheng to play in Murong's Beast Studio.
Meng Fusheng finally stood up from the chair. Now he just wanted to travel all over the world without being polite, so the two of them said goodbye to Zi Tong and headed to Murong Beast Studio. Zi Tong saw the two of them outside and immediately turned back.
, arrange affairs in the city and the Zi family.
As the head of the family and the city lord, having just taken over Zi Yao City, she naturally has a lot of things to be busy with.
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
Beidou Hall, back mountain.
On the seemingly ordinary hillside, there was a sudden muffled sound and a bang, like a thunder on the ground. The gravel on the slope suddenly exploded, and countless dust and smoke flew up.
Along with the rising dust smoke and flying rocks, a gray figure has also rushed out of the mountain and landed on the opposite hillside.
He gently waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew away all the dust and smoke, and the hillside once again turned into a clear world.
The afternoon sun reflected the appearance of the man in gray. This man had gray hair and no one knew how old he was. His face was as old as dried orange peel, so dry that it had no moisture. His eyes were full of sparkle.
It was obviously a windless time in the afternoon, but his clothes and hair were dancing fiercely. It was not blown by the wind, but by the force emanating from his body.
Carrying the two arms carrying the dry roof, the old man in gray looked at the Beidou Hall house on the hillside with a smile.
"It's been three years and Beidou Hall is still the same!"
The figures flashed, and in a moment, six figures had landed on the hillside in front of him. Five men and one woman were the six heads of the Beidou Hall.
After the six people landed, they immediately knelt down and saluted the old man in gray.
"Congratulations, master, on your release!"
The old man in gray clothes who was called master by several hall masters was none other than Gongsun Dongyue, the chief hall master of Beidou Hall. Just as Meng Fusheng overheard the news, Gongsun Dongyue did not disappear, but had disappeared as early as three years ago.
I have been practicing in seclusion many years ago.
"Yes!" After three years of seclusion, he finally broke through the bottleneck that he had been unable to overcome before. Gongsun Dongyue was in a good mood at this time. He looked around at his beloved disciples, but did not see his most beloved disciple Chu Shaowen. Gongsun Dongyue immediately asked
, "How about smelling less?!"
"Master!" Zhou Yu, the leader of the Yuheng Hall in red, said with a sad tone, "You don't hear that junior brother... he died in Beihuang a few months ago!"
Among the seven proud disciples, Chu Shaowen was the most talented. Gongsun Dongyue had already regarded him as the one who would inherit his mantle and inherit the Beidou Hall. Now, as soon as he came out of seclusion, he heard the news that his beloved disciple was dead.
, naturally feeling hurt and angry.
"Back to master." Zhou Yu stood up, "Junior brother, he took his beloved disciple Zifeng to the Northern Wilderness to find a suitable star beast. When we found him, he had already died. It's pitiful that junior brother, a hero all his life, didn't even have a last word.
Leave."
"Who did this?" Gongsun Dongyue asked sharply.
"Although the other party was empty when we went there, we found some traces of animal traps and arrows from Murong's family nearby. We can deduce that this matter is most likely related to Murong's Beast Workshop." Zhou