Iron Will of The Masked Warrior Chapter 113

The Grand Steward walked faster and faster, and finally almost jogged all the way back to his tent. After the afterglow of burning purple gold, it was still cold in Northern Xinjiang, but the Grand Steward had sweat on his forehead and had to wipe it while walking. , wiped a sleeve wet.

He waved away the slave girl who was about to come forward to serve him. He motioned her not to disturb him and walked into the tent with three double doors.

The chief steward carefully checked around to make sure that no one was waiting nearby, then closed the doors one after another, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked indoors.

At this moment, an unexpected voice suddenly came from the room: "How are you doing?"

The chief manager was caught off guard and trembled with fright in his own home. His limbs twitched visibly, and he stood at the door dumbfounded. For three or four breaths, he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.