He Xiangming was overjoyed, striding quickly to the door, but upon opening it, she was met by a man in black. He appeared to be in his thirties, simply dressed, with an honest countenance and two small mustaches.
"Who are you?" He Xiangming, having never seen this person, could not help but ask in surprise.
"Are you Chief He in person?"
The man with the small mustaches replied, "I was sent by Master Ling to pick up a few distinguished guests for a meeting. He does not wish to meet strangers on someone else's territory."
"Oh, oh, oh..."
The sliver of doubt that had arisen in He Xiangming's heart was dispelled by these words.
For this matter, apart from herself and Feng Yin's people, there was no way anyone else could know; besides, what the small-mustache man said made perfect sense. What kind of person was Master Ling? He was an unparalleled Beast Taming Master whom she had never met before. If he were to rashly enter unfamiliar territory, what if someone captured him by force?
