Perhaps because of this news, Li Guanyi remained silent for a while, while Murong Longtu seemed casual and carefree, smiling as he said, "Since the time has been agreed upon, just waiting isn't much of a thing."
"These days, watching you busy, wandering together in the Martial World, it's somewhat comforting to the heart. Now, I just feel my hands itch, eager for a fight."
"That day when I saw Wang Tong, he was brimming with grandeur. I almost couldn't resist using One Sword to cut off his soaring Vast Righteous Qi, but then I thought, if it were cut off, it wouldn't be beautiful."
Murong Longtu took a sip of wine, picked up a book beside him, and handed it to Li Guanyi. After receiving it, Li Guanyi opened the book, only to find it was an album of paintings. The brush strokes were calm and leisurely, depicting landscapes, clouds, everything he and Li Guanyi had seen on their journey.
