At night in the Jiang woods, only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves could be heard. The remote valley was a perfect place for a conversation.
Six figures descended from the sky into the valley, followed by a Gilded War Chariot. The hooves of flame stepped on the air, leaving sparks that extinguished instantly.
"The younger brother is the current representative of the Xu Clan, right?" Ji Fu looked up and down at Elder Xu Sheng, asking in an indifferent tone.
Elder Xu Sheng had put his Spiritual Sword back into its sheath. Hearing Ji Fu's question, he respectfully replied, "Indeed."
With his query confirmed, Ji Fu's expression became serious. He bowed to Elder Xu Sheng, "Ji Fu wishes to learn from the representative of the Xu Clan. "
"Why is elder brother doing this?" Elder Xu Sheng returned a bitter smile.
Ji Fu replied coldly, "My younger brother should understand."
