Huo Wen'an's ears turned red.
He put down the porridge bowl and said softly, "I'm a bit tired, Little Tang, could you tidy up a room for me to rest?"
"Lord Captain, the room is already prepared. I'll have Uncle Jin take you to rest."
Huo Wen'an got up, taking the Divine Hidden Sword and left.
His departing figure was hurried, as if fleeing in defeat.
Song Chi watched his uncle's retreating back thoughtfully and said, "Is he feeling guilty or just shy?"
"Shy, I suppose."
Shenyin Tang quickly found that ancient book.
The book was really quite old; the illustration of the Divine Hidden Sword on the cover had long been eaten away by bugs, leaving only a vague outline.
Xu Xingguang carefully read through the love letter, which was in a pitiful state from insect bites.
As Shenyin Tang mentioned, the writing was indeed unfamiliar, as it was from the Xia Country Era.
