As twilight swept across the flying eaves of the Cangwu Sword Sect, Ye Fan and Lin Zhaoyue had just rounded the Blue Stone Slab corridor when they saw Elder Chén pacing under the eaves leaning on a bronze cane.
The old man's silver beard was stirred by the mountain wind. Seeing the two approach, he hurried forward, his bronze cane tapping against the Blue Stone Slab with a rhythmic thud. "You're finally back! Peak Dan sent ten boxes of Qi-Prolonging Pills, and the lads in the Secret Guard Camp have prepared fifty armor-piercing bows—Zhaoyue, the ginseng soup in your hand warmer must be getting cold."
The tips of Lin Zhaoyue's ears turned slightly warm, and she pulled the white porcelain hand warmer hidden in her sleeve slightly behind her. Dressed in a moon-white sword dress today, the silver bells on her sword tassel chimed softly with her movements, yet her voice remained cool and composed: "Grandpa Chén, let us discuss business first."
Chapter 167