C825 Sword Spirit?

"Alright, I understand."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly. "After the meal, we'll head over."

"Okay." The two nodded and left.

"Eat." Zhang Fan smiled as he looked at the sumptuous dishes. He could not help but take out a bottle of wine. As he drank, he began to eat. For a moment, he felt extremely satisfied.

At this time, the old man was already waiting there. When he saw eight people enter