A Wise but Weak Girl (1)

"Phew..."

After the trouble was over, Zheng-Fu returned to his carriage and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. This was because he could sense the gazes of several martial masters staring at him as he performed the Traceless Sword Skill.

“Are you all right, Young Master?” the elder asked worriedly after seeing Zheng-Fu let out a long sigh.

“I’m fine, Elder. Well, let’s go to another place. I don’t want to stay here anymore. If I stay, I’m afraid something bad will happen again!” Zheng-Fu shook his head to deny that he was fine before telling the elder to take him away from this place before more issues arose.

“Yes, sir!”

Hearing this, the elder immediately drove the carriage out of the parking yard. The next place he was going to take Zheng-Fu to was the ancient ruin that was 50,000 years old, or maybe older.