"Dad, Master, Senior Uncle, don't rest, we need to hurry, otherwise it'll be hard to catch up with Yang Fei and his group."
In a small hotel in an Outer Mongolia town, Zhao Wannian, Ouyang He, Helian Zhan, and Helian Rong had just settled in and were resting. The food and drinks hadn't even arrived yet when Helian Rong anxiously spoke up.
Helian Zhan chuckled and said, "The road is long, and the days are plenty, no need to rush."
Ouyang He looked at his cherished closed-door disciple with a kind smile and said, "Indeed, we've been rushing from the south without much rest. This old body's about to fall apart, and yet you won't let us rest, young lady."
Zhao Wannian smiled faintly, not speaking.
Everyone knew that Helian Rong had feelings for that boy Yang Fei, but nobody pointed it out, just smiling without comment.
