Chapter 212
Caobang, Sanhe Commandery Hall.
Entering this imposing and awe-inspiring hall once again, Wangchuan’s state of mind was noticeably calmer than before.
Yang Feiyue strode ahead with long steps, a smile plastered across his face.
In the courtyard where Hall Master Yin had once wielded his brush with bold strokes, they saw “Lord Seven” seated in a pavilion, idly playing with an exquisitely crafted crossbow.
“Yang Feiyue of the Yulong Gang greets Lord Seven!”
“Wangchuan greets Lord Seven!”
The two stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
“You have arrived?”
Lord Seven set the delicate crossbow down on the stone table and rose to his full height. Stepping out of the pavilion, he came before them, his gaze sweeping over the pair. He forced out a stiff, almost cracking smile.