Knowing His Background

Elder Qiu pulled Jiang Guanchao up.

Jiang Guanchao's first reaction was not to talk to Elder Qiu, but to look at the mountain opposite.

In the end, the group of Japanese assassins escaped.

Jiang Guanchao's gaze was so cold that it was a little scary.

"This is Great Zhou's territory. They can't escape. What happened to your hand?"

Elder Qiu noticed his bandaged right hand.

"Nothing."

Jiang Guanchao said calmly.

Elder Qiu looked at Jiang Guanchao, who had a cold expression and unfamiliar eyes. He opened his mouth. "Actually, I…"

Jiang Guanchao left without waiting for him to finish.

The bean-sized raindrops smashed down, making a dense rustling sound on the rocks and trees.

Elder Qiu quickly followed him. As he walked, he took off his robe to cover his injured hand.

"Wait! You can't get wet when you're injured!"

Jiang Guanchao did not wait for him.