"But he just..."
Feng Xiao fell silent, unsure how to say this in front of his good friend.
Wen Lingjun said, "He drew the Chi Xiao Sword."
Feng Xiao curled his lips and said,
"Yes, it's a question of whether the legend of the Chi Xiao Sword weighs more or the favor and affection of the aristocratic family in real life are more powerful. That will be seen in the debate over the Tao in just over ten days. But no matter what, Li Guanyi's name has truly shaken the region."
Wen Lingjun said, "Hmm."
Feng Xiao sighed, seeing a somewhat distracted look on Wen Lingjun, he left him there to rest well and ran out quickly with his wine, looking to discuss the matter with old friends from the Academy.
However, as he passed by the courtyard of Gongyang Su Wang from the Confucianism, it seemed he heard a series of screams.
The tipsy Feng Xiao was puzzled and poked his ear with his finger.
"Could it be that Lord Su Wang is slaughtering chickens?"
"Such tragic cries."
