"Welcome to Guiling City, you two true-transmission senior brothers. The banquet and dancers have already been prepared. Please—"
Ding Ming, a true-transmission disciple of Ferocious Underworld Peak, wore a crow-black, close-fitting long robe, an ink-jade ornament at his waist, and held a silver-iron fan in his hand. His features were quite handsome.
At this moment, he was also all smiles as he cupped his hands and said, "You've troubled yourself, City Lord Wang. Some time earlier, Ding and Brother Wei went to the outskirts of Eastern Peak Capital and spent a while investigating intelligence. We came over to rest our feet."
"No trouble at all. We are both Saint Sect Disciples; when away from home, we ought to help one another. Since Wang is the host, it is only proper to offer some hospitality. Senior Brother Ding may simply call me junior brother. 'City Lord' is far too distant."
"Then Ding Ming will accept with gratitude, Junior Brother Wang~"
"Senior Brother Ding!"
Wang Yu's skill at speaking human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts had already reached a state as perfect as a blazing furnace. At first contact, nothing much could be seen, but this Ding Ming was clearly also a clever man, and his surface courtesies were done extremely well.
Wei Shan Ze, who felt ignored off to the side, gave a cold snort, shoved Wang Yu aside without the slightest courtesy, and strode toward the Main Hall.
"What's with all the fake politeness? Two smiling tigers.
"We've been tired for days. Hurry up and bring out all the good stuff, then prepare three beautiful concubines to warm This True-Transmission's bed. Move—"
Wei Shan Ze had a rather square face, with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. He was over nine feet