Zi Yinyang and the Young Lord's presence was too powerful. All the Spiritual Qi in the air was absorbed by them. It was like two martial arts legends standing at either end of the street.
The street was 60 meters wide, yet there was not a passerby to be seen. The doors to the stores on both sides of the street were closed tight. Only Zhang Ruochen, carrying Chang Qiqi, were standing on their own in the middle of the street.
"Junior...brother...apprentice...Zhang, don't mind me. Put me down and...go..., otherwise...you...you won't escape..." Chang Qiqi was sprawled against Zhang Ruochen's back. His voice was weak and very pained.
"Whether we leave or stay, we do it together."
Zhang Ruochen's brow was furrowed, and his gaze became was more determined than ever before. He had never considered escaping on his own.
They were very close to the royal palace. If a fight broke out, warriors from the palace would be able to arrive very quickly.