The crowd, wielding weapons, rushed up the mountain!
In the elegant courtyard behind the triple gates, the elderly man whose hair and beard were all white looked at the three sworn brothers, sighed, and walked to the back of the courtyard. He brought out a jar of wine, warming it over the fire. It was the unique Spring-Autumn Drunk from The Number One Manor in the World.
The Fourth Manor Master, Yan Chunqiu, with an imposing name, slowly warmed the wine, lifted his head to gaze at the mist that seemed like a dragon emerging from the sea. He laughed softly, and when he spoke, his tone was still as gentle as ever:
"I had imagined seeing Tingfeng reach such a realm, but I never expected it would be in such a manner."
"She shouldn't have reached this step."
The old man lowered his head, looking at the fire furnace, and softly said:
"She originally had no intention of competing with Mingda for the position of The Number One Manor in the World."
