"Wu'er Xianting... How imposing, how carefree!"
A group of people stopped outside Li Fan's courtyard and saw the plaque hanging over the entrance.
Yu Qishui couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Just by glancing at it, I feel an unimaginable aura. If a sword cultivator were to come here, they might be able to comprehend the supreme Sword Dao from this calligraphy!"
Fire Spirit and the others also felt it was extraordinary.
"Senior, Qian Ning and the others have come to pay their respects to you."
Mu Qianning spoke respectfully from outside the courtyard gate.
"Come in."
Li Fan's voice came from within the courtyard.
The visitors then pushed open the door and entered.
Upon entering the courtyard, they saw Li Fan lying leisurely under a peach tree, while Zi Ling was intently painting an extremely unusual egg, and Nan Feng was gently plucking the strings of a guqin with her bare hands.
The little white tiger lay in Li Fan's arms, looking even more extraordinary.