"There's nothing we can do about it. We can't take risks at such crucial times."
Xia Xuan said earnestly.
Nangong Yunxi was silent for a moment. He thought about what Xia Xuan said and felt there was some truth to it. He sighed lightly, "Let's leave it at that for now. We'll talk after we meet with the Old Palace Master tonight."
Wei Yongxiang had scheduled their meeting for seven in the evening, conveniently at a restaurant.
When Nangong Yunxi arrived and saw that the storefront was a restaurant, he was taken aback.
Xia Xuan, even more puzzled, asked, "Since when did the Old Palace Master get so high-profile? He actually invited us to a restaurant."
Nangong Yunxi slightly shook his head, always feeling there was some kind of conspiracy at play here.
"We'll know once we go in and have a look."
Nangong Yunxi was the first to stride forward and push the door open.
