"Xiao Brother, an unexpected meeting is better than a formal one. Today is a rare opportunity; we should have a good drink together," Xu Long said with a smile, looking forward to it.
Some people harbored hostility towards Xiao Han, but in Xuan Country, there was also a portion of people who greatly admired him—both his style and some of his deeds won their respect.
Xu Long was one of them, and seeing Xiao Han's actions today, he felt even more admiration.
With the Killing Sword in hand and a name that shocked the world, this was not something given by others; Xiao Han had earned it himself.
"Do you have time?" Xiao Han asked Dong Mingyue, who was in his arms.
"Yes, even if I had things to do, I'm not in the mood to deal with them now. I was scared enough just now," Dong Mingyue said with a rare bitter smile.
She nestled in Xiao Han's arms, looking more like a little woman in need of protection.