As Wang Anfeng pondered, he remembered Uncle Li's advice about never being stingy when returning the sword.
But what could truly be considered magnanimity?
Li Wu slowly said, "You've stirred such a commotion, Heaven Capital City will change."
Wang Anfeng nodded.
...
"Are you sure? Sure there's no mistake?"
"There is no mistake, Father. My friend saw it with his own eyes, and I've confirmed it through many sources. It's them who have returned."
"Those eight hundred Divine Martial men fell to their knees, witnessed by all."
A white-haired old man suddenly turned pale, swaying as he stumbled backward. The middle-aged man beside him quickly moved to support him, but the old man slapped his hand away. The white-haired elder said several 'good's in succession, then suddenly tossed his pitch-black dragon-headed cane with a heavy thud. His voice, once gentle, gradually turned shrill, as he said:
