C282 Faint Blue Sword

In the tea room sat a man in his early thirties dressed in decent, gold-rimmed glasses.

Next to him stood an old man with white hair and beard. He looked to be at least sixty years old, but his muscles were unusually well-developed.

Especially the old man's right hand. It was clearly thicker and thicker than his left hand.

"Master Gu, the deadline has come