On the other side, after leaving the Zhen family, Luo Jingsong quickly arrived at the pre-arranged rendezvous point.
"How is it? How are the injuries?" He looked at the two injured brothers and asked.
"Rest assured, Sir, it's just superficial wounds, nothing serious!"
"That's good!" Luo Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief.
Every soldier of the Personal Guard Camp is precious; losing even a few would make it difficult to report back to Yang Zhenshan.
"What happened?"
At this moment, another team also returned, and Ding Qiu came over to inquire.
Luo Jingsong slightly shook his head, "Infiltration failed. The Zhen family has a high-level martial artist at the Postnatal Ninth Layer, and to avoid causing a disturbance, I had to order the brothers to retreat first!"
Ding Qiu frowned, "Do you know the identity of that master?"
