"Is this the news you've been waiting for all along? Did you already guess it?" Pei Yan leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the beams of the ceiling, his eyes wandering as he contemplated and inquired.
"I guessed it. This matter could only have been done internally by the Immortal Palace, but I didn't expect it to be Peach Blossom Spring." Lin Junzhao said and then turned to Mei Simiao, "Tell us about the detailed information you've gathered."
Mei Simiao nodded at these words and waved his hand at the cola Zhao Yuanhu handed over, smiling as he said, "This thing is too much for my age, I can't get used to it. Is there any herbal tea? Iced red tea will do too."
Pei Yan got up, took a bottle of iced red tea from his spatial ring, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Mei Simiao personally. Mei Simiao thanked him, took it, and downed more than half the bottle in gulps, then thumped the bottle on the table, exhaled, and said with emotion, "It's too tragic."
