Young Master Zhou

On the chariot stood two rows of soldiers in shining golden armor, and judging from their aura, they were all Martial Masters.

A group of people slowly walked down the bronze deck. The leading man had a folding fan in his hand, and there was a hint of arrogance on his smiling face, as if he acknowledged no one on the platform.

"You are here at last, Young Master Yushan!" Qin Yang hurriedly went over and greeted the man. He looked so excited as if he had just met his greatest savior. "Lord Yangbiao is not here with you?" the prince glanced up at the chariots.

Zhou Yushan frowned and put away the folding fan in his hand. A hint of unhappy look crept up his face as he said coldly, "Does such a small matter require my father's personal attention?"

Qin Yang quickly bowed and said, "No, there's no need. I'm confident that Young Master Yushan alone can settle this matter."