After an evening of swordplay, friends were full of joy.
Luo Linwang lived right next door, which is why he felt inclined to visit, but though he was in good spirits, Hou Niao's mood was far from it.
The myriad legends surrounding the meteorite made him uneasy, and although he was a person of great courage, it did not mean he was willing to be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.
If he was destined to accomplish nothing with this meteorite, he would not hesitate to change his approach, for he was the master.
But before that, he needed to have a proper talk with this meteorite.
The stone, of course, could not talk, but it had its own way of expressing itself.
