"Young Master Wang?"
Seemingly hearing Wang Fugui's words, a group of sword-carrying people not far away looked over. One of them extended two fingers, and the long sword on his back unsheathed, wrapped in a wisp of sword light around himself, markedly increasing his speed, and he quickly ran over here.
The man had grizzled temples and a somewhat time-worn face, looking to be in his fifties or sixties. Song Yin saw that he was at the Fourth Stage Crafty, but his lifespan had not increased at all, and his appearance matched his age.
"It's been a long time, Young Master Wang, you've grown up a lot," the man said with a smile.
"I've seen Master Xu. My father always talks about you and still hopes you'll visit Yan Capital again," Wang Fugui said, cupping his hands in greeting.
"Hmm... After the Ascension Ceremony, I will choose a day to visit, and then I'm afraid I'll be imposing," Master Xu said cheerfully.
