Gu Nianjun sighed: "Alas." Suddenly feeling pity, she thought: "Ultimately, he is Xiaofan's elder brother. Though I do not wish him to interfere with Xiaofan's path, I do not actually dislike him. I always hope he achieves something in Martial Arts. If fate allows in the future, I shall surely write a recommendation and bring him into the sect."
Wen Caishang serenely took her seat and said with a smile: "I am deeply grateful that you have come to my humble banquet. My words may be clumsy, so I borrow City Lord He's auspicious words and invite everyone to eat and drink freely."
The younger generation was entranced, lingering in reverie. Wang Tiexin of the Li Mountain Sword Sect's chest beat like a drum, then suddenly contracted. A chest drum thunder sound, both light and heavy, extremely contradictory, resounded. Only then did the Sword Sect's prodigies and ordinary Jianghu guests come to their senses, secretly fearful.
