Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He immediately tugged at Wang Pangzi's sleeve underhandedly, cutting him off as he said in a low voice:
"Senior Brother Wang, don't praise me so highly. I'm just an ordinary, unknown disciple of the Martial Arts School. Introducing me rashly would only make me a laughingstock."
He knew Wang Pangzi meant well and wanted him to make an appearance, but all he wanted at the moment was to keep a low profile.
Before these shrewd old hands, excessive praise would only backfire.
Fang Yuan took the opportunity to cup his fists toward Wang Yushuang and Qin Yue without being either servile or overbearing, considering that a greeting, and said no more.
Seeing how sensible he was and how well he knew to hide his abilities, Wang Yushuang's eyes flashed with a trace of faint appreciation. She nodded slightly in response.
The people brought in this time seemed different from before.
Seeing this, Wang Pangzi could not insist any further. He gave an awkward smile and instead pointed to a sharp-eyed, taciturn middle-aged man at the front of the convoy.
"That's Uncle Qin, the one in charge of this assignment. He's experienced. Junior Brother Fang, if anything really happens on the road, just stay close to Uncle Qin."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Qin turned around. His gaze was like lightning as it swept over Fang Yuan.
When he especially noticed Fang Yuan's steady stance and the Chopping knife at his waist, his brow twitched. This was the first time he had seen someone bring a Chopping knife onto the road.
At the same time, Fang Yuan swept his gaze over the merchant caravan that would be traveling with them.
The convoy was not small, and its personnel were quite varied.
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