In the manor's reception room, Qin Li sat with Leng Ping and Zhao Xinghai. Watermelon, Ji Yuyan, Ji Rubing, the nine Elders of the Daqing Gang, and several of Zhao Xinghai's trusted guards were also present.
Seeing the old friends he hadn't met in years, Qin Li also felt a stir of excitement. The sight of Leng Ping and Zhao Xinghai brought back a flood of memories from his past. He recalled his journey from Yellow Sand City to the Imperial Capital, and the whirlwind of events that followed. A sudden, dreamlike feeling washed over him.
He hadn't felt this way in a very long time. As he reminisced about the past, a faint smile graced his lips.
Leng Ping said excitedly, "Young Master, you were gone for so many years! Back when I was in Yellow Sand City, I often heard Martial Artists from the Mysterious Lands speak of you. Every single time, I felt incredibly proud!"
