The old master He clutched the pig-slaughtering knife that had accompanied him for most of his life,
standing there silently,
facing Ji Chengjue and the Eldest Prince who were approaching,
facing the carriage,
and the convoy behind the carriage,
he resembled a swordsman.
Ji Chengjue had never met that Sword Saint of Jin land, although it was said that the Sword Saint worked under his brother with the surname Zheng. But because they were so far apart, even if there was a plan to introduce, it was difficult to achieve.
But at this moment,
Ji Chengjue suddenly felt,
that the demeanor of the old master He standing there,
might be comparable to that of the Sword Saint when he faced the wild cavalry before Snow Sea.
Yes,
he himself is just like one of those wild cavalry about to be slaughtered.
In reality, Ji Chengjue knew in his heart that the old He, this father-in-law, was very genuine.
