As soon as the words fell, a figure appeared behind the short elder, staring at Nalan Shuo in front of him. Yang Xiao's expression was complex, "It's really you, Director Nalan."
Nalan Shuo slowly let go of his hand, and at this moment, the short elder finally had a chance to catch his breath. For a brief moment, he thought he was going to die.
The short elder took off the mask on his face, gasped heavily, and he was none other than Daoist Qingfeng.
At this moment, Daoist Qingfeng's gaze towards Nalan Shuo was filled with both confusion and, more importantly, fear.
Nalan Shuo did not even look at him, his gaze directly fixed on Yang Xiao behind Daoist Qingfeng.
The two stared at each other, neither willing to speak first. Sensing the odd atmosphere, Daoist Qingfeng no longer lingered, turned, and headed downstairs, leaving a statement, "Don't worry about those three lads outside, my tactics are measured."
