The person who had come with the Barefoot Immortal, a man named Jin Lingzi, did not look too pleased.
Since it was his first time here and he had come with the Barefoot Immortal, he had thought he would be treated like an honored guest. He had never expected Li Changsheng to be so bold.
Li Changsheng had not paid him any attention at all, as though he were entirely dispensable.
Thus, Jin Lingzi's first impression of Li Changsheng was extremely poor.
After quite some time, the Barefoot Immortal finally remembered that he had brought a friend. He hurriedly pushed Jin Lingzi before Li Changsheng and said,
"Look at this old head of mine—I completely forgot about him. He's a good friend of mine, and it's my first time bringing him here. I hope you'll like him."
After speaking, the Barefoot Immortal smiled openly at Li Changsheng. Yet for some reason, Jin Lingzi felt that even if it was their first meeting, Li Changsheng should not have ignored him so completely.
He still harbored a little resentment toward him, though Li Changsheng did not notice it.
Li Changsheng simply treated him like a friend he had just met and offered him a handshake.
However, Jin Lingzi clearly did not want any contact with him.
Naturally, Li Changsheng did not notice that at the time. Although Jin Lingzi was the Barefoot Immortal's friend,
to Li Changsheng, he was still a stranger. Li Changsheng had always been extremely wary of strangers.
The only reason he had extended his hand for a handshake was out of respect for the Barefoot Immortal. But he now realized that this fellow did not seem as enthusiastic as he had imagined.
Seeing Li Changsheng's outstretched hand hanging there awkwardly, Jin Lingzi said,
"I don't know whether this