"Wuhen, the main matter comes first. Don't stir up trouble."
After the Phantom Sword Sect group stopped, someone behind the leading man suddenly spoke up, his slightly furrowed brows carrying a trace of displeasure.
Wei Wuhen gave a malicious chuckle. "Senior Brother Xiao Su, we're not far from our sect anymore. Stop keeping such a tight face. You've been tense the whole way—aren't you tired? We're tired just looking at you."
Seeing Xiao Su's expression darken further, Wei Wuhen placated him, "Even if we don't need rest, these Steeds have been running for days straight. We should at least let them recover a little, right? How about this—we'll go over, have a drink of water, rest for half an incense stick's time, then leave!"
The first half was spoken in a coaxing, negotiating tone, but the latter half clearly carried a dignity that brooked no refusal.
Seeing this, Xiao Su could only compromise. The corner of his eye glanced toward Ning Xiang's figure on the Second Floor Pavilion, and a faint unease rose in his heart.
He had naturally noticed his Young Master's lustful intentions. Since he could neither interfere nor stop him, he could only silently pray that they would not run into a formidable opponent.
Once upstairs, seeing that Ning Xiang was accompanied by only a few handsome young men, he could not help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
At their age, they should pose no threat to them.
The arrival of the Phantom Sword Sect group immediately put Tang Yuan and the others on guard.
Those who came bore no good intentions!
Tang Yuan could clearly sense the contempt and hostility lurking in Wei Wuhen's eyes.
After glancing at Wei Wuhen, Ye Fan shifted his gaze to the wooden box strapped to his back,