Chen Yang turned his head to look at the person who made the sound, a Clan Guard of the Red Wolf Sect on night watch duty, around eighteen or nineteen years old.
He revealed a friendly smile, "Young man, don't be nervous, I mean no harm."
The Clan Guard said dissatisfiedly, "How old are you, speaking like an old geezer? I am not a young man."
Chen Yang laughed, "All right, esteemed warrior, please go and inform Wang Kui that 'God' has arrived with important matters to discuss with him."
The young Clan Guard was stubborn, glaring as he said, "We don't believe in Jesus; we believe in the Witch God. If you're looking for a patron, 'God' is useless. Also, don't call Wang Kui by his name directly; it's disrespectful."
If it hadn't been for Wang Kui's sake, Chen Yang really wanted to give this foolish kid a beating.
He pursed his lips and said, "Fine, then go and tell Wang Kui that Chen Yang has arrived."
"Hmm, wait here."
