章節 117: A Letter?

Shirong was sitting in his room, currently a bit bewildered at some news he had just received.

"Uncle Quan died?" Shirong muttered to himself.

***

About two hours ago.

Today was the day that the banquet was going to be held by the Lu clan. All of the influential people of Deer wood City were invited and were told that the guess of honor was none other than Young Master Shirong. The reason for it was none other than them coming out of a dangerous situation, which was the spatial rift.

The people all agreed and were happy about this, they all wanted to find a chance to suck up to Young master Shirong. After all, there were many that had seen his capabilities and the rumored 'divine armor' had become quite popular too.