In the courtyard, at the evening banquet.
Zhao Rong knew that Qing Jun, Qian'er, and Yourong were all secretly watching him, but he couldn't be distracted.
Because he was looking at 'himself.'
Zhao Rong looked at his reflection in the teacup, raised his head, and drank it all in one go.
The banquet continued.
Zhao Lingfei orchestrated the banquet's atmosphere to be harmonious and relaxed. At the curious suggestion of Mr. Yan and others, she even conjured her zhuhorse.
Then...
A purple sword, hung upside down in the courtyard.
A dreamy purple glow immediately enveloped the surrounding courtyard walls, resembling the shimmering lights on a lake with mountains in the background.
An invisible sword energy, like the autumn breeze, cleared the clouds above the courtyard, allowing the brilliant starlight to fall.
A high-grade, middle-class personal flying sword.
Everyone watched it, their expressions varied, mostly astonished and sighing.
