The night breeze caressed gently, and Feng Jiuxuan suddenly cast a glance towards the direction of the Inner Court.
Then,
a middle-aged man in a black dragon robe with golden edges descended onto the open space in front of the Sword Pavilion, bathed in the moonlight.
Xu Yinhè looked around and first set his gaze on Xu Yuan, whose fingers were trembling slightly from his recent brush with death.
A flash of barely noticeable concern passed by in a moment.
Without voicing his concern, Xu Yinhè silently looked at the half-transparent soul body of Old Man Luo and said in a steady and deep voice,
"I heard about what just happened. Rest assured, Senior, I have already found the disciple you were looking for."
Upon hearing this, Old Man Luo's soul body's gaze sharpened, and soon his lips curled into a slight smile as he cupped his hands in a traditional gesture,
"I knew the Prime Minister would not forget this matter, but may I know when I will be able to meet my future disciple?"
