"Fellow disciples killing each other, bloodshed between father and son, sibling rivalry—it is all too normal," Wulu said, dismissing it with nonchalance.
"Brother Wulu, why the sudden sentimentality?" Yuan Ming asked, puzzled.
"Haha, it's nothing, just some old memories that came to mind. Speaking of which, where are you headed, Brother Yuan? If there's anything I can help with, do not hesitate to let me know," Wulu chuckled, swiftly changing the subject with a smile.
"Brother Wulu has many connections, and those you've befriended are indeed of a higher status than myself. In fact, there is something I would like to trouble you with," Yuan Ming replied, taking the opportunity.
"But speak, Brother Yuan, as long as it is within my power, I will certainly lend my support," Wulu's expression tightened slightly, unsure if the other had missed the perfunctory tone or was doing so on purpose, but he quickly continued with a smile.
