C147 Earth Spirit Liquid

He paused there, the unspoken meaning clear in his words.

The burly Mr. Wu wore a grave expression, his head bowed as he moved forward, lost in thought.

To be personally received by a king was a remarkable honor. A retinue of palace maids and eunuchs followed cautiously behind as Yang Xuan engaged in light-hearted conversation with Emperor Chiang, the two seeming as close as the best of friends