Downstairs.
"We don't know you, so why should you be able to see our Master if you want to?" Wei Feng looked at them askance, with a foppish look.
"Go back where you came from, don't bother us with irrelevant people." Luo Yu also spoke his mind without a heed, picking up the peanut on the table and tossing one into his mouth.
Du Fan sat smiling, waving the fan in his hand gently without speaking.
"We are from the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect, we would like to pay a visit to your Lord, please inform our presence." The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, not bothering with them, however, not a single one of them paid attention to him at all.
"So what if you're from the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect? We don't know you guys, and my Master doesn't like trouble, so my Master doesn't have the time to see you."
