Zhu Ganglie, with his fingers pinching his nose, spoke without a care, "Who I am is none of your concern. If it wasn't for the possibility that this Cave Heaven was left by an old friend, I, Old Zhu, would have been discourteous long ago."
"Old friend!" the middle-aged man exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes turning to Zhu Ganglie now filled with intense fear. He knew if the person before him was telling the truth, then without a doubt, this man was one of the legendary Immortals. Cold sweat instantly drenched his clothes as he realized he had just taken a stroll by the gates of hell.
"It seems the Marshal is acquainted with the owner of this Cave Heaven?" At that moment, a voice emerged from the crowd, and the women of Drunken Spring Tower were astonished to find that the young man they had welcomed earlier was the one speaking.
