"My father is the Peak Master of Great Skies Peak. Are you sure you want to fight?" Xu Zimei looked at Zhang Erhe and inquired.
"You are Lin Qiu, Young Master Lin?" Zhang Erhe's response was instantaneous.
He then laughed. "Your brother is still a guest in my residence. This is like a flood washing over the Dragon King's Temple."
"He is him, I am me. Still want to fight?" Xu Zimei asked.
"No more fighting, we are all fellow sect members. There is nothing that can't be sorted out," Zhang Erhe said with a smile.
He turned to Zhang Zehao and instructed, "Hao'er, aren't you going to pay your respects to your Senior Brother Lin?"
"I've seen Senior Brother Lin," Zhang Zehao was very straightforward, directly clasping his hand and saying so.
Looking at Xu Zimei's indifferent attitude, Zhang Erhe smiled and said, "Then I won't disturb Young Master Lin any longer, and you are also welcome to visit my residence."
