The Ninth Master steeled his heart, "Come, I'll carry you."
"Oh dear, oh dear, find someone else quickly, this dragon boy and phoenix grandchild, this poor monk does not dare, does not dare!" The old monk waved his hand hurriedly.
The Ninth Master did not bother to argue with him, squatted down, and exchanged glances with the Fourteenth Master.
The Fourteenth Master acted quickly and lifted the old monk onto the Ninth Master's back in an instant.
The Ninth Master stood up and started running, the two brothers protecting the old monk as they rushed inside.
Left behind was Su Peisheng, who was almost spitting blood from exhaustion, being supported by a Little Eunuch as he staggered inside.
Heavens above, after four days on horseback, he could only dismount to relieve himself... he didn't even know whose legs he had anymore.
Outside the Qianqing Palace, the Fourth Master saw them from afar and chuckled.
"Quickly put the master down, what nonsense is this?"
