"It's the Young Master! It's really him!" Leng Ping, mounted on his horse, exclaimed excitedly to the nine Elders beside him. "The Young Master has truly returned!"
"Dragon Head, over there... It looks like some of our men are over there, doesn't it?" one of the Elders asked, squinting and pointing toward the group of people kneeling in the distance.
Leng Ping had been so consumed by excitement that he hadn't paid attention to anyone else. Alerted by the Elder, he now saw the group of kneeling people. They were wearing the official uniforms of the Daqing Gang!
Leng Ping's expression slowly darkened. He turned to one of the Elders and said, "Elder Bai, if I'm not mistaken, those people... they're from Changchun Hall, aren't they?"
The old man, who appeared to be in his seventies, was taken aback for a moment. He looked closely, then frowned and nodded. "Dragon Head, please give me a moment to find out what's going on."
