"Something good? I've got a bad feeling about this."
But at a time like this, since the elder had invited him, Lu PingAn naturally would not refuse.
Of course, it also had something to do with the fact that he had killed too much recently and was better off keeping a lower profile.
"It was a personal invitation from Wang Sixiang."
Wang Sixiang? Who was that again? That eighth-rank Phosphorus Person?
Lu PingAn remembered him. They had met once more than half a year ago, when the Development Zone had officially opened and this man had specifically come to cut the ribbon.
At the time, the officials had specifically brought in a military big shot, a Brigadier General, to keep him in check. Thinking back on it now, didn't that prove this guy was rather restless?
The presence of two Rule-level powerhouses was the Salin Race's greatest source of confidence in this region. Even if the Salin Race was indeed quite obedient these days, so long as their upper-level force remained here, the local authorities had to consider their views before making any decision.
In a sense, the Ancient City officials had overplayed their hand back then. They probably had never expected that, despite being unable to form a local armed force, the Salin Race could station two Rule-level beings in a third- or fourth-tier city like this.
"He's in Ancient City? All right, I'll go right away."
Since it was an invitation from an elder—and, on some level, a former ally—Lu PingAn naturally would not refuse.
What they would discuss now, though, was hard to say.
"Do you need me to come with you?"
"No need. I'll be fine, thank you."
It sounded like a simple question, but it made Lu PingAn smile and offer his thanks.
Previously, Wang