Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace?
Zhao Rong's heart tightened, his expression unchanged as he casually turned his head to look toward the National Master's Camp that was about to pass by on the main street, calmly thinking in his Heart Lake, "Where is it?"
"In front of the sedan, those little Daoist boys."
By then, the camp had already almost passed Zhao Rong. From his angle, his view was obstructed by the luxurious sedan carried by over twenty people, making it impossible to see the target clearly.
Zhao Rong slightly furrowed his eyebrows, ready to follow when he suddenly remembered Su Xiaoxiao beside him. Turning his head, he saw her staring at him with a puzzled expression.
Su Xiaoxiao curiously looked in the direction Zhao Rong had been gazing at, "Zhao Rong, what are you looking at?"