Li Xiu calculated the time and knew that the mysterious person would arrive in about ten minutes.
"It's hard to find answers from Bu'Er and the others. Does the Godslayer Shrine want me to find the answer on that mysterious person? Unfortunately, I'm probably not his match right now." Li Xiu thought secretly.
"Li brother, why aren't you drinking?" Wu Xinglie, with a face flushed from drinking, came over, putting his arm around Li Xiu's shoulders.
During the day, Li Xiu had already become quite acquainted with them.
Li Xiu looked at the nearly drunk Wu Xinglie, feeling a stir in his heart, and whispered, "Wu Xinglie, do you know a woman named Jiang Linglan?"
"Jiang Linglan... Consort Lan... how do you know her?" Wu Xinglie seemed to wake up from his drunkenness in an instant, staring at Li Xiu with fiery eyes. His hands pressed tightly on Li Xiu's shoulders, like iron shackles.
