For Lei Jun, the return of Xu Yuanzhen to the mountain was good news.
But for some others, hearing this news, their feelings were complicated.
Winter had arrived.
In the courtyard of a large house within the mansion, the cold wind was biting. A square stone table was placed in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by four people: three seated and one standing. Apart from them, there was no one else.
"Third Uncle, Second Sister, for our current situation, we need to come up with a plan together," Li Ziyang, who had invited the other three to this place, slowly began to speak.
Today, it was a family banquet that could hardly be called a feast. His identity was not that of a High Merit Elder at the Celestial Master Mansion but an elder of the Li Family from Dragon Tiger Mountain in Xinzhou.
"Unless we can immediately find the Celestial Master's Sword, talking more is useless," Li Hongyu said, her face like frost.
