"Sir, we've found the Divine Weapon Pavilion's party."
Lei Rukang's figure flickered like a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived beside Qin Shaofeng.
Qin Shaofeng was half-reclining on a large tree branch, resting with his eyes closed.
The Ancient Dragon Carriage had already been given to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
Yet he did not feel the slightest discomfort. He had experienced situations hundreds or thousands of times harsher than this; how could he care about such trifling comforts?
Hearing Lei Rukang's report, he immediately sprang up. "They've finally come. Those bastards really made us wait!"
"Everyone, hide yourselves. Don't let a single person from the Divine Weapon Pavilion get away." As the words left his mouth, he leaped up and concealed himself amid the tree branches.
Lei Rukang also leaped into the distance and hid in the grass.
As for the others, they had never shown themselves from the start.
All they needed to do was conceal their auras.
Before long.
The sound of hoofbeats gradually rose.
Yet what accompanied them was not the Divine Weapon Pavilion's people, but voices filled with resentment and envy.
"Bi Long really got off easy. He should be enjoying that Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master right now, while we have to suffer through this journey. Fuck, this is fucking ridiculous!"
"Quit talking nonsense. Uncle Rong offended that kid. If that kid brings people to retaliate against us, we might not even make it back."
"That's true, but it still pisses me off. How did that bastard Bi Long end up catching the Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master's eye?"
"I never heard that kid had any dealings with the Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master before."
"Stop thinking about Bi Long. Stay alert. That kid negotiating with Uncle Rong is Long Yin's disciple—Long Yin,