The city gate opened slowly, revealing the figure of Ning Que.
He carried the iron cutlass on his back, with the iron pestle in his hand, looking outside of the city through the gate.
He said, "Senior Brother, he's here for me, so I'll talk to him."
Jun Mo hesitated for a moment. His eyebrows were like the lake cast by the shadow of willows, so peaceful.
The straight and broad iron sword was slowly shoved back into the sheath.
He saluted the man by the carriage again and went back to his own carriage.
The carriage drove into Chang'an City and stopped by Ning Que.
Jun Mo looked at him and said, "If you insist on talking, make it a nice one. Though the Headmaster has left the mortal world, we still have the Academy supporting us. Cowards like them are no trouble to us at all."
Ning Que saluted and said calmly, "I understand."