Lan Xuming took a slow, measured sip of spirit tea, his chest rumbling with hearty chuckles as well. "Xiang Baigu and Lei Zhanshu were barking at each other like rabid wild dogs, ready to burn down the city streets."
" Now, neither of them dares to throw a single punch. Both of them are desperately gathering every jade crumb and spirit stone in their clan vaults, terrified that their ancestral treasures will be bought away by rival sects during the auction!"
The laughter in the pavilion slowly subsided, leaving behind a profound, thoughtful quiet.
Tu Hengshan leaned back against the pillar, looking out over the silent city below. His eyes, sharp and experienced, carried a profound depth of respect, laced with an undeniable tinge of lingering cold sweat.
