Shan Yuru keenly sensed the change in his mood and hurriedly called to her subordinates, "Retreat!" The Heavenly Mandate Cult's experts carried away the severely wounded and scattered in flight.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not pursue them. The Heavenly Mandate Cult members were not to be underestimated, and there were too many of them. If they knew death was inevitable and fought desperately, even with his martial arts, he would find it difficult to deal with them quickly.
He did not know what had happened with the Jin Dynasty delegation. If something went wrong over there because he had delayed here, the loss would outweigh the gain.
"Brother Song~" Wanyan Chongjie came to his side with a worried expression. Clearly, she had heard the signal arrow as well.
"We should head back first," Song Qingshu said quietly. Just as he was about to leave, two lovely figures suddenly appeared before him.
"This humble woman thanks you for saving us, benefactor. May I ask your honored name?" The Lady of Dual Cultivation stepped before him and gave a graceful bow, while her daughter beside her looked at him with curiosity and admiration.
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Under different circumstances, he would have been quite willing to chat with the two women longer and perhaps take the opportunity to form an alliance with Galdan and Wushuang City. Unfortunately, he was worried that something had happened at their base and could not linger here.
"Meeting is fate. Why ask for names? I still have matters to attend to, so I must take my leave. If fate allows, we will meet again." Song Qingshu smiled. As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up Wanyan Chongjie and vanished through the window, hurrying toward the Jin Dynasty delegation's quarters.
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