The expressions of Chen Muju and others became somewhat awkward.
Yet Xu Qing acted as if nothing had happened and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, look at my memory, getting old, wait a moment!"
He quickly walked over and said something to two older guards.
The two of them immediately jogged out and brought back a large teapot and several cups, diligently pouring water for everyone.
"These cups are filthy, didn't they wash them?" Qian Ruiqin criticized again.
Chen Muju pretended not to hear, sipped lightly from his cup, and asked, "Senior Brother Xu, have you ever seen the face of that wicked culprit?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Qing's face involuntarily showed a look of fear: "None of us have ever seen it here. No matter how formidable he is, he has to show his figure at least once, right? But not even a shadow has been seen."
Everyone looked at each other upon hearing this.
"Could it really be the Heavy Sword Sect's doing?" Zhan Weida wondered aloud.
