Kary’s thoughts raced. The Larthas he saw today was unlike the brash and arrogant guild leader of the Tian Jing Mage Guild he knew before. This is the first ti Larthas has spoken to him politely, which made him quite uncomfortable. As he was about to say sothing, Larthas had already politely nodded at the two and returned to his own table.
Kary whispered to Xi Wen, "Sect Leader, how credible do you think Larthas’ words were?"
Xi Wen shook his head and said, "I am not sure. How about this? Let’s go and et a certain soone first. That person might clear our doubts."
Kary blinked, "Who do we et?"
Xi Wen smiled faintly and said, "Follow . As for you, Second Brother, you co too. Let us all et this wise man together." The tall old man, who was sitting next to Xi Wen stood up. He was a head taller than Xi Wen, over two ters tall. Despite his white hair, he looked hale and hearty, not at all old. His eyes sparkled with a divine light. He was Marshal Feng Wen, the one who led the entire army of the Washington Empire. He held a position similar to Larthas in Tian Jing Empire. Since the banquet started, this was the first ti Feng Wen spoke. His deep and loud voice carried a kind of earth-shattering power. "Old Brother, what kind of individual is considered a wise man by you? Could he be a high-level expert of the Sword Saint Level?"
Feng Wen had just returned to the Tian Gang Sword Sect not long ago. In his lifeti, he had dedicated himself to martial arts. His Tian Gang Swordsmanship was the most formidable in the entire Tian Gang Sword Sect. In the army, he was known for his indomitable courage. Even though he was already in his 80s, his fierce vigor was undiminished. Xi Wen and Feng Wen, being of similar age, had been studying under the Sword Saint of Tian Gang since their youth and shared deep bonds. Xi Wen laughed, "He is not a high-level expert of the Sword Saint Level, but he is definitely a wise man. You will understand once you et him." After saying this, he took the lead and walked toward several tables in the back. Kary and Feng Wen exchanged glances before hastily following after him.
Xi Wen stopped at the table of the Pu Yan clan. At this table, there were a total of eleven individuals, six of them neither eating nor drinking, sitting upright wearing black armor. If Ah Dai and Xuan Yue were present, they would be able to recognize these six individuals as the great Tilu warriors of the Pu Yan Clan. As for the remaining five, they were Clan Leader Yan Fei of the Pu Yan Clan, Prophet Pu Lin, the Yan Shi Brothers and Si Si, the disciple of Prophet Pu Lin. When they saw Xi Wen and the others approaching, Yan Fei and his group imdiately stood up. As the Clan Leader, Yan Fei was well aware of the identity of Xi Wen and his companions, and he also knew that his clan was an ally, not an enemy, of the Huasheng Empire. He raised his cup and courteously greeted Xi Wen’s group, "Clan Leader Yan Fei of the Pu Yan Clan pays his respects to the three of you."
Xi Wen lifted his glass and clinked it with Yan Fei’s, producing a crisp sound, "Clan Leader, you are too polite. When I visited the Pu Yan Clan many years ago, I received your hospitality. After all those years, Clan Leader, you remain as impressive as ever! We are just passing by to pay our respects. I wonder which one of you is Prophet Pu Lin?" Back when Xi Wen visited the Pu Yan Clan, Prophet Pu Lin was traveling around the continent under the na Yuan Mu. In just a few years, he made a na for himself and beca one of the three great magicians.
A clear voice rang out, "I am Pu Lin, How do you do, Sect Leader Xi Wen." A figure erged from behind Yan Fei, a man with long brown hair in a black robe that trailed the floor. He looked to be in his thirties, a faint smile on his face. On him was a quality that no one else had, especially those deep-as-the-ocean eyes that seed unfathomably deep.
"Ah! So, you are Prophet Pu Lin, Chairman Kary, Second Brother, this here is the wise man I spoke to you about, the greatest Prophet Pu Lin of the Pu Yan Clan."
In the eyes of Kary and Feng Wen, Prophet Pu Lin, who appeared to be in his thirties, was just a child. Both of them were caught off guard by Xi Wen’s words. Prophet Pu Lin spoke first, "Don’t be formal, we are all familiar here, I am not particularly great, I just want to do more for my tribe."
Xi Wen looked at Pu Lin in surprise. He hadn’t expected Pu Lin to be so young, and it made him question in his heart. He smiled and said, "Prophet, you look quite different from what I had imagined!"
Pu Lin gave a slight smile, a hint of gratitude in his eyes, "Actually, Ah Dai was the one who saved from death’s door so I owe him my life, I am almost seventy this year, and I myself never thought I would look this young. I am still adjusting to this sudden change!" As it turned out, a hundred days after Ah Dai and his group left the Pu Yan Clan, Pu Lin woke up from his coma. Under the influence of Ah Dai’s blood rich in life energy, his body went through significant changes. All his blood vessels and organs regained their vitality under the push of this enormous life energy, making Pu Lin’s body as healthy as that of a middle-aged man. This resurrection was truly like a second chance at life gifted by Ah Dai.
The revival of Pu Lin caused much exhilaration for Clan Leader Yan Fei. The gratitude of the entire Pu Yan Clan towards Ah Dai was beyond words. That’s why they ca here today, to show support for Ah Dai.
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