He picked up the chopsticks again, clamped several pairs of meat and vegetables, drank wine again, eating and drinking with relish.
Dongfang Ximing watched the spirited old man in front of her, tapping her chopsticks absentmindedly at the dish, poking holes into the delicious squirrel fish.
Since the old man had swung that sword on the Kunlun Mountains a few days ago, she carried two divine weapons flown out from Heavenly Capital City on her back, following the old man from Kunlun Mountains to Heavenly Capital City. The old man said he wanted to return the swords personally, as he reached this age, he didn't want to owe anyone human sentiments anymore.
