“A Good Sword!”

The four white-clothed old men kept their eyes closed and remained motionless as Diwu Qingrou walked out.

However, Diwu Qingrou still smiled and bowed in salutation. He said, "It was fortunate that I was able to complete my mission."

The four didn't speak.

Diwu Qingrou walked away, and disappeared from the doorway.

The four people simultaneously opened their eyes as if by prior agreement after he had walked away. They then shot a quick glance at each other. Then, the white-clothed man in the middle softly said, "This man is capable. It's a pity that he isn't surnamed Zhuge."

Then, the four people again closed their eyes at the same time.

The sleeves of Diwu Qingrou's robe fluttered as he walked away. The sky was already slightly bright.