Zheng Tianyuan immediately stood up, "Chen Fan, let's go greet them together."
Chen Fan nodded and followed Zheng Tianyuan out.
The two arrived in the courtyard.
They saw a burly, haughty middle-aged man looking at the apprentices practicing martial arts in the yard with a disdainful expression on his face, "Good for nothing!"
Zheng Tianyuan stepped forward, "Brother Yan Xiu, I didn't expect the headquarters to send you to deliver the Martial Arts Competition Command Token this time. We're really flattered."
Zheng Tianyuan was several decades older than Yan Xiu, calling him "brother" was exceedingly polite.
Yan Xiu glanced at Zheng Tianyuan and snickered coldly, "So the old garbage is still alive?"
Zheng Tianyuan's expression stiffened, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Brother Yan Xiu, you really have a sense of humor. Let's go inside and have a seat."
