When An Le heard this, he nodded solemnly.
Suddenly, the old man walked to the window with the lamp in his hand. Outside the window, he could see the spring rain in the courtyard, but he could vaguely hear footsteps.
His boots raised and landed, crushing the water on the ground. The sound of saber qi clanged like a bell in the night, and the sound wave came from Qingbo Street.
"This saber qi is from Duke Wang."
The old man raised his long eyebrows in surprise.
Then, as if he thought of something, his expression could not help but become strange. He looked at An Le with a hint of interest.
"You might have been promoted on the Little Sacred Ranking."
The old man said.
An Le, on the other hand, looked confused. He had not done anything. He had yet to challenge Wang Qinhe, who was ranked 18th. How did he get promoted?
"This time, it's not you challenging Wang Qinhe, but him challenging you."
