The night was boundless, and the stars were like flying shuttles.
It was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was thin and cold.
In the small courtyard, the quiet Ninth Prince, Zhao Xianyou, had already left.
An Le sat quietly on the small chair with a contemplative expression on his face, as if he was thinking about the Ninth Prince's motive for looking for him. Was it really as simple as drinking?
Just as Qin Qianqiu had once tried to recruit him, An Le originally thought that this Ninth Prince would also recruit him as an advisor. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be just here to drink and observe Green Mountain.
Perhaps the other party knew that Green Mountain had released sword qi in front of the Martial Chief Stone. That was why the other party had come to visit Green Mountain. Seeing that Green Mountain was not suitable, he did not force it and did not snatch it.
An Le admired the Ninth Prince's carefree attitude and elegance.
