Having said that, Situ Jianguo turned around and left.
Yu Huacheng lifted his head to gaze at the starry sky for a while, then walked into his own grand tent.
Inside the tent, a man dressed in white was drinking alone. This man in white was like Kunlun jade, emitting a soft luster and creating an impression of unreality.
Looking at him, Yu Huacheng sighed, a hint of sadness in his expression. He bowed his head and said, "Eldest brother."
The handsome man in white standing before him was none other than the Sword Saint of Jin State, Yu Huaping.
Seeing his younger brother's sorrowful expression, the Sword Saint laughed. "You still resent me, don't you?"
"I dare not," the younger brother replied.
"If you resent me, just say so. There's nothing to dare or not. It's not like my sword would ever be unsheathed against my own brother. What are you afraid of?"
"I dare not," he repeated.
