Yan Daiqing smiled and said, "It's Lingjun, why are you in such a hurry today?"
"Come, come, don't worry, there's good tea here, let me brew it for you."
Wen Lingjun said, "There's no time for that now!"
"Come, Daiqing, look at this!"
Wen Lingjun unfolded something, and as Yan Daiqing was getting the tea, he smiled and said, "What is it..."
He glanced at the scroll and his expression slightly froze.
In the Murong Family, bursts of laughter could be heard.
Murong Longtu was in an unusually good mood, seemingly laughing.
The aged swordsman hadn't changed much from a few months ago, though he only had the qi mechanism to release one more sword, or perhaps three years of life left. However, until the time came, or until this sword was unleashed, Murong Longtu would remain in his current state.
The old swordsman laughed and said, "Guan Yi, is it really so?"
