Repaying Water Pavilion.
It wasn't the modest library that the Murong clan presented to the outside world to maintain their humble image as an old but modest family.
Inside, a vast library open only to the Murong bloodline and trusted soldiers revealed the richness of their history, offering a glimpse into their proud legacy.
Inside a study room, Murong Fu sat in the half-light, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot.
Gongsun Qian stood quietly before him, having just returned from his mission.
He respectfully relayed Riven's warning: that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual must not be practiced lightly.
But Murong Fu only sneered coldly.
"He said that?" he scoffed. "If Riven Ashvale can practice it, why can't I, Murong Fu?"
"Am I inferior to him?"
'He didn't say he practiced it though...'. Gongsun Qian wanted to say it, but pursed his lips.
Bitterness twisted his face. Their Young master was getting out of hand. They were generals adopted by Murong Fu's late father.
