Song Qingshu headed all the way toward the south of the city. Since they were going to rescue Guo Jing, it was no longer suitable to arrange a meeting at the Hall of Welcoming the Worthy. This residence had been where Da Wu and Xiao Wu hid before entering the Princess's mansion in Karakorum City, and it now came in handy.
"Brother Song, you're here!" Da Wu and Xiao Wu looked delighted when they saw him.
"Have you found Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked upon seeing Da Xiaowu. This was what worried him most. Those two were usually impossible to pin down, and finding them in such a short time would not be easy.
"We found them," Wu Xiuwen said somewhat sheepishly. "We searched everywhere in the city, but Mongol soldiers discovered us. At the critical moment, those two seniors came to our rescue."
Song Qingshu had to admire the luck of those two fools. At that moment, the people inside also came out at the sound. Besides Yang Guo, two old men stood beside him. One had white hair and a youthful face, chubby cheeks, and an air of innocent childlike wonder. The other was much more composed, dressed in patched clothes with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
"Greetings, Seniors." Song Qingshu stepped forward and bowed.
Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong were also studying him with interest. Hong Qigong gave a dry chuckle. "No, no, this old beggar can't accept such a salute from you." For some reason, he instinctively disliked this pretty boy before him.
Zhou Botong was the opposite. He hurriedly grabbed Song Qingshu's sleeve and asked, "How exactly did you make that thing that could carry people through the sky last time? I tried so many times that I broke