But Jiang Bai, bringing your niece here every day to eat fish, isn't that a bit too much?
As they spoke, hurried footsteps were heard outside.
Soon, a young disciple swiftly approached Xie Xuan, hesitating slightly upon seeing Jiang Bai.
"What's the matter?"
Xie Xuan frowned.
The disciple hesitated and then produced a letter.
The envelope was marked with vermillion, as if written in blood.
Xie Xuan opened it to find some crude words inside.
He chuckled.
Then handed the letter over to Jiang Bai.
"That Floating Light from Jiufeng Mountain, really can't endure the slightest loss, quite like your own temperament."
A year ago, Xu Guang entered Chuannan Prefecture in high spirits, only to leave somewhat embarrassed.
A year later, he returned with the prestige of having slain a Zhenren, wanting to settle old scores.
He shook his head.
Jiang Bai continued eating the fish and poured a large amount of vinegar onto Jiang Zi Yun's plate.
