Huang Xiaolong laughed as he turned his gaze to Gudu Canyang. Just when everyone expected him to make a move, Huang Xiaolong turned to Zhao Lei and said, “Master, let’s go.”

Zhao Lei, Bei Xiaomei, and the others were dumbfounded.

They only managed to react after Huang Xiaolong took several steps.

Looking at Huang Xiaolong’s back view as he left, Gudu Canyang of the Solitude Emperor Palace harrumphed, “Retard. Mentally handicapped trash who only knows how to put on an act.”

When the silver armored general saw Huang Xiaolong leaving without a fuss, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Even though he was under Marshal Yu Shi’s orders to chase the Fortune Emperor Palace members away, the General was afraid that Huang Xiaolong would harm him. No, he was more fearful of Huang Xiaolong holding a grudge against him.

After all, Huang Xiaolong...