The night is deep, the sky is hidden, and a few faint clouds float in the wind, like a drizzle, falling densely, and sad, as if sad, Xie Lun was sitting in the corner of the inn, turning his head to look out the drizzle outside the window, frowned and lamenting, and he was not moved at all. Dad, please be relieved, don't the masters of the Emei Sect say they will arrive today? The martial arts masters are just talking about it, don't you worry. The boy opposite is red lips and white teeth, and his face is handsome. He is so energetic at this moment, and he said excitedly: Haha, everyone knows that Emei's martial arts is unparalleled in Bashu and the leader of Sichuan. I wonder what kind of master will come?