"Go and inform Zheng Ming that an old acquaintance has come to visit!" Wu Banxian said, his voice laced with a hint of the pride that was so characteristic of him as his gaze briefly swept over the grand front gate with disdain.
However, his pride was soon crushed by the gatekeeper's response, "Sir, I advise you not to employ such trivial tricks. Do you know, in just the last half a month, there have been more than five hundred who claim to be Young Master Ming's old friends."
"What a scene—someone who once received a coin's worth of silver from our young master also claimed to be an old friend. Tsk tsk, our lead deputy steward Wu Banxian said there's no need to be courteous with such people; they are to be beaten and thrown out without exception!"
Zhu Yunhong felt as though blood was about to spray from his chest. Who was he? A direct disciple of the Seven Emotions Sect! His status in the sect was not second to many, and was certainly not comparable to ordinary people.
