"Where are you? Brat, don't try to fool me."
Zhao Zexiang glared at Long Chen and then swiftly shut the door.
"Uncle Zhao, you just locked Master Zhuge outside, you may regret this. If he gets angry and leaves, you'll miss the chance to witness the delicate skills from the peak of the world's pyramid,"
Long Chen said with a smile.
"Cut the crap, the old Immortal never showed up, so it's locked. What about it?"
Zhao Zexiang didn't believe it.
"Alright then."
Long Chen shrugged his shoulders and walked back to sit on the sofa.
"Sneaky kid, you think you can fool me? Do you think I'm blind? Just now I..."
Bang, bang.
Zhao Zexiang hadn't finished speaking when the knocking came again.
At the same time, a steady voice called out, "Zhao Family boy, do you not welcome this old Taoist to your home as a guest?"
"Damn."
Zhao Zexiang paused, cursing under his breath.
Then, Zhao Zexiang scrambled to the door and opened it.
At the door, an old man in a white robe stood quietly.
