Seeing the expressions on the Murong brothers' faces, Duan Yun carefully tended to the crippled men. As he took in True Qi, he also infused them with Heroic Spirit and asked, "What's with those expressions of yours? Don't tell me there really is an Azure Dragon in this world?"
At this moment, the consciousness of the three crippled men was somewhat blurred, and they did not perceive everything very clearly.
Still, the matter of the Azure Dragon was indeed what the three of them were most concerned about, otherwise, they wouldn't have sensed it so suddenly.
The Murong brothers nodded their heads.
Thud, thud, thud...
With a shake, Duan Yun had dropped the three crippled men onto the ground, their faces wearing blank, idiotic expressions.
"On the ninth day of the tenth lunar month, there is wine in the heavens, atop the graveyard, night fishing for the Azure Dragon—what exactly does this mean?"
