National Master Mansion.
At the dining table.
Jiang Ning suddenly paused with something in hand.
"Dongling Marquis, how about coming here to have a seat and drink some tea?" A gentle and familiar voice rang in his ear.
"It's him!!" Jiang Ning's mind flashed with a thought, and the figure of the Great Xia Martial Saint appeared in his mind.
"Ah Ning, what's the matter?" Liu Wanwan suddenly asked.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning returned to his senses and looked at his sister-in-law.
"Sister-in-law, I need to go out for a while, the Martial Saint is looking for me."
Hearing this, Jiang Li, who had just put down his bowl and chopsticks, suddenly had his pupils slightly constricted.
The words "Martial Saint" are a myth, a legend.
Jiang Yiming's eyes also revealed slight surprise.
Then, Jiang Ning stood up, bid farewell to a few people, and went to look outside the hall.
The Martial Saint wanted to see him.
Although the words were gentle and his opinion was asked.
