Jing Jiu was sleeping in the meditation room, half-dead and half-alive.

Jian Xilai was holding the Dark Phoenix by the lake, perceiving the essence of the sword work silently.

Under such circumstances, Yuan Qü and Zhuo Rusui looked rather ludicrous when they walked in with the tea utensils and the hotpot.

Yet, Zhao Layue acted calmly as she demanded, "Why did you two come so late?"

The Green Bird had come back after delivering the message. The Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang had come; the sword boats of Green Mountain had come, the buildings had been constructed by the lotus pond. The two of them were the last ones to arrive.

Yuan Qü bowed to her while heaving the iron kettle, looking like a waiter in a teahouse. "Master, we spent some time looking for something."

The hotpot was boiling, and the charcoal in the stove emitted a red glow. It could be easily imagined how hot it was to hold, but Zhuo Rusui didn't feel it. However, he still felt it a bit awkward as he said, "It'll tak