Heading to the Zhu Sect

Zhu Long nodded when he heard Han Qiang's words. He felt thankful once again but no matter how much he tried, Zhu Long couldn't let go of the rage he felt every time he thought of his sect's fate. After walking through the hallway, Wang Lu turned to Zhu Long, she was about to give him the keys to the guest room but quickly felt flustered when she saw Han Qiang holding Zhu Long's arms closely. She sighed and gave Zhu Long the keys, "I have some other stuff to do, Please make yourselves comfortable. If you need anything, just look for a bell next to the bed, and ring it, a maid will come and fulfill your request. I'm sure you have important matters in hand so I won't bother the two of you anymore." Wang Lu ran off, her face as red as a ripe tomato.