"Mr. Yan, let's just forget it," Qi Lie shook his head, tactfully rejecting the Old National Master's proposal.
"Very well."
Yan Xin smiled, "After all, this is Zhao Tongtian's own affair... The final decision should ultimately be left in his hands."
Whether it was Qi Lie, Yan Xin, or those even closer to him,
None should make choices for Zhao Tongtian.
"By the way,"
The Old National Master seemed to ask casually: "Little Qi... With the Northern Sea Ruins shattered, destiny flowing in reverse, and the world stirring, what is the current situation at Golden Turtle Peak?"
This question was very veiled.
But Qi Lie had already guessed what the Old National Master was getting at.
"Sealing Mountain for ten years, severing ties with the mundane world, Da Sui Sword Palace has been in a state of waiting for ten years."
