Yu Mugao sat at the high seat in the hall, with two Qi Cultivating Peak Guest Elders standing respectfully by his side. No one dared to speak in the spacious hall. Yu Mugao looked slightly weary, clearly having suffered much recently, and said in a deep voice,
"Muyuan, is there still no news of Mujian?"
The person sitting below was tall and thin, with eyebrows resembling seven parts of Yu Mugao's features, but not as brooding and vicious as him. It was one of the two who used to follow him, who upon hearing the words nodded and responded respectfully,
"Fourth brother said he was going to a place to refine the sharpness of his sword, heading north. It's been several months since he left, and there seems to be no sign of his return."
"Damned fool."
Yu Mugao cursed under his breath, yet he had no way to deal with this brother who was wholeheartedly pursuing the Sword Dao. He sighed softly,
