Lu Qian raised his wine cup and chuckled, "That boy Zhou Chao really has a big mouth, spilling everything out. In truth, there's no backing, ultimately it all relies on oneself..."
"Younger Brother Lu, you're absolutely right, everything depends on oneself." Zhao Xianzong slapped his thigh, "Considering your friend, Master Xuan Ji, is injured and unable to move, why not summon a Foundation Establishment Feather Scholar from the sect to assist?"
Lu Qian drank another cup, "Brother Zhao is right. I'm about to write a letter to my elder. Master Xuan Ji is severely injured and needs quiet rest, so I must stay at the Zhou Family for some time before visiting."
The two were seemingly drunk, yet inside they were clear as mirrors. A few probes yielded no definite information, forcing Zhao Xianzong to quietly curse a sly fox, while outwardly becoming even friendlier.
