The Su Family's Old Mansion, the Eight Immortals Table was surrounded by many people.
Many had no place to stand and could only watch helplessly.
Apart from the senior members of Wuyin Village, Xu Zhong and several village leaders shamelessly stayed behind.
"You want to know what the Empty Cavity is, right?" Mengyi held a teacup, sipping delicately.
Though it was just ordinary coarse tea, he drank with relish, showing no sign of dislike.
Su Lin sat upright, his expression solemn:
"Please enlighten us, wise one."
On the journey back, Su Qi was troubled and had already handed military affairs over to his grandfather and Su Lin.
Su Can further entrusted the leadership to his grandson, evidently trusting his capabilities.
At this moment, the dialogue between the Su Family and the Upper-level Camp was hosted by Su Lin.
"Ah, where should I begin?" Mengyi put down the teacup and vexedly scratched his disheveled hair.
Dao Guan shook his head helplessly:
