Goldenray old freak slapped the long table and grinned. "Now, now, Lord Wandering Slayer, you're the strongest Perfected Golden Immortal in Floating Snow City, yet this man seems to not fear you! Those little guys are the guards of your Lithe Plume Mansion, right? Hehe… they're so soft and pitiful."
The smile on Wandering Slayer's face receded like a tide and was replaced by chagrin, wishing he could slap that bastard troublemaker to death. He even had the impulse to kill those several useless subordinates of his. It must be noted that this was the visit of his four old friends after 700+ years. Unexpectedly, they had to encounter such shameful things.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Old friends, I'm ashamed to let you see such a farce. I'm going to slaughter that punk and then have a few cups with you."
Goldenray old freak quickly raised his hand and said, "No need to hurry, Lord Wandering Slayer. Don't you know who this brat is?"
