Under the night sky, the Duke Jingguo's mansion was silent, with only occasional dog barks breaking the quiet.
In a courtyard, the master of the house suddenly spoke towards the door, "Rare indeed, Second Brother actually steps foot into my Knife-Grinding Hall."
Outside the door stood a man in his thirties, wearing a brocade robe, looking suave and debonair, he smiled, "Third Brother, Second Brother is here out of concern for you. The Midyear Night Banquet is only half a month away."
The person inside the room responded with a cold voice, "So what?"
"I've heard that Old Qi has already broken through to the Second Grade. If he makes a name for himself at the Night Banquet, what will Third Brother do then?"
"Humph, as if you, Second Brother, haven't had any grievances with that bastard."
