C189 The Wind and Clouds Were Surging

"Master Jing, there's still no news of Yin."

In the morning light, Hua Jingsheng's hands were in his pockets. His back was straight, facing the sunlight. He was cold and quiet, like a stone statue.

Wu Sheng stood behind him and looked at him who was silent. His eyes were full of self-blame. Master Jing, you haven't rested for the whole night. Go and rest first."

"Sheng