Seeing the kind and easy-going smile on Ling Chuxi's face, uncle Ling was momentarily absent-minded and his gaze was actually a little dazed.
"Uncle Ling, this lady is right. Why should we fight with that kind of person? let's go and see what he's saying. At most, it'll just be close to one ear and out the other. We'll just treat it as his fart." A guard advised.
"Alright," he said. Only then did uncle Ling come back to his senses and nod. However, there was still some doubt in his eyes.
Soon, the group arrived at the hall. The Hall's decorations were very simple, but from the furniture, it seemed to have been around for a long time, giving off an ancient and dignified feeling.
There were about a hundred cultivators gathered in the hall. When Ling Chuxi and the others arrived, no one else came.
"Lord manager, everyone's here." A burly guard said to a young man with a fawning expression after he finished counting the number of people.
