Just as lively was the Clear Summer Courtyard at Zhu Tianhao's home.
After Zhu Yanfeng, Ding Bingyuan, and the old brothers had eaten and drunk their fill while chatting and joking in the Ancestral Hall, they came over together. Zhu Yanfeng did not usually live here, but at the Zhu Clan Old Residence beside the Northeast Village Slaughterhouse.
Zhu Yanfeng happily lit up the Wood Forest Tobacco he had shamelessly wheedled out of Qin Luguang earlier, while Ding Bingyuan sat to the side, lost in the fragrant, fresh, rich aroma of Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea.
"Wukui, winning a top-three place this time can be considered fulfilling your father's regret, and fulfilling my dream too." Zhu Yanfeng's leisurely voice drifted over.
"Second Grand-Uncle, please don't say that. My father is away from home all year round. That I've gotten this far is all thanks to your guidance over the years," Zhu Wukui said modestly.
Zhu Yanfeng waved a hand, his eyes darting around as he said, "Wukui, come, come, hurry and let your uncle-grandfather take a look at that Bronze Inlaid Jade treasured sword of yours."
"Sure thing, Second Grand-Uncle. I'll go get it for you," Zhu Wukui answered in the same voice as his father.
The rewarded longsword was a one-to-one replica, fully four feet long, so he had to find a proper place to put it.
Zhu Yanfeng took the third-place reward Zhu Wukui handed over, the Bronze Inlaid Jade Seven Kill Sword. With a sweep of the longsword, cold light shot in every direction, like solid white snow trembling. He looked as if he had seen a peerless treasure, his manner just like he was caressing a lover.
"You old coot, do you have to look that lecherous?" Ding Bingyuan curled his lip disdainfully from the side.
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