At the Ninth Inn, Lin Cheng personally hosted a banquet in honor of Ye Futian and the visitors from the ancient royal family of Duan.
Many cultivators in the inn were paying attention to this meeting. They had guessed where the group of people came from, and now, all of Ninth Street was closely watching their interactions.
At the banquet, Lin Cheng personally poured wine for the young couple who sat in the main seats. Ye Futian didn't know how to address them but heard the young man smile and said, "I think Master Qi must have guessed a thing or two, so elder doesn't need to hide it."
Lin Cheng smiled and nodded. He gestured with his hand and said politely, "Your Highness, please."
The young man nodded with a smile and cast a glance at Ye Futian. As expected, Ye Futian's expression remained steady. "The master must have already guessed who we are."
