Invitation
Su Ziming came to the bedside and picked up that old, yellowed photograph.
When he had left this place back then, he had taken this photograph with him.
Whenever he missed them, he would take it out and look at it.
Now that he was truly leaving, he still took it with him.
He slipped the photograph inside his clothes and carefully protected it.
He gave the house one last look, closed the door, and left.
There was nothing left for him to worry about. Once he left, even if he never came back again—
he would not regret it.
Su Ziming left.
He went to Tianjin.
When Shen Wuxiao, who was at the base, received the report, he merely nodded.
There was no way he could provide support.
Wasn't the Yellow Robe Holy Lord's ability to live so long all thanks to his crafty caution?
He was also powerful. Once he noticed that Shen Wuxiao had sent people to support Su Ziming, he would vanish in a puff of smoke.
If someone nearly at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm wanted to flee, there was simply no way to catch him so easily.
Su Ziming carried fortune with him, so he might still be able to catch him off guard.
To put it bluntly, Su Ziming was being sent to lead the way.
News would return within the next two days.
Shen Wuxiao did not dwell on the matter either.
They could talk once the news came back.
For now, he still had to deal with those two hulking fools, Xiao Yifeng and Qin Zhao.
No sooner had he thought that than the phone rang.
Shen Wuxiao took it out and saw that it was his brother-in-law, Luo Xuancheng.
The moment he answered, Luo Xuancheng's voice