Aboard the Flying Boat, watching Yang Shaoqing in front of them, who kept shouting at the top of his lungs, Gui Wuya and Fang Qingshan exchanged glances and their expressions changed repeatedly.
"Young Sect Master, you mustn't..." Gui Wuya even reached out directly, trying to cover Yang Shaoqing's mouth and stop him from continuing to speak.
Regrettably, because of operating the Flying Boat, his strength was severely exhausted, and after sitting down and resting for a while, he had only recovered a little energy, barely able to stand up.
Faced with the big hand prepared to cover his mouth, Yang Shaoqing merely shook his body and had already dodged.
"Deacon Gui, what is the meaning of this?"
"As the Young Sect Master of the Main Lineage, isn't it only natural for me to have Sect Master Ye from a branch to come and rescue us?"
