C518 Two Hundred and Fifty-eight Years in Which the Wind Rises and the Clouds Rise

"Duke Xuan, what brings you here today?" Black Tiger's hand was still tightly holding onto the handle of his sword. He didn't show any signs of relaxing. Xuan could come and go as he wished. There was also his servant who was following him and the wolf who was eyeing him covetously.

"Nothing, I've already said it before. I just want to have a chat with Brother Black Tiger