Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei and reached out to take his hand: "Uncle, let's go."
Zhu Rong stopped, looking very troubled.
"Grand Master, may I have a word? This Mr. Yang Fei is not one of us in the Wu Clan..."
Nuannuan snorted and said lightly.
"What does it matter? Let me tell you, among everyone present, I only trust Uncle."
Zhu Rong glanced at Yang Fei, his expression quite troubled.
But Yang Fei seemed not to notice the warning in his eyes, lazily looking at him with a half-smile.
Faced with such a thick-skinned person, Zhu Rong was helpless.
He could only shake his head and nod to the other Witch Kings.
"I have urgent matters to discuss with the Grand Master. Please wait here for now."
Zhu Rong led Nuannuan and Yang Fei a little further away, and Nuannuan impatiently stopped.
"Zhu Rong, whatever it is, just say it here?"
Zhu Rong glanced at Yang Fei, confirming that this guy wouldn't avoid the topic, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly.
