It was mainly because Ding Ling sensed no killing intent from Huang Tianxiang that he agreed.
Huang Tianxiang, however, had no idea what was really going on. Seeing how easygoing Ding Ling was, he breathed a sigh of relief, and joy also welled up in his heart:
"Thank you, Young Master Ding!"
He bowed to Ding Ling, then walked into the group and proceeded side by side with Han Dulong and Wei Hu.
After walking for a while and seeing that Ding Ling was not paying much attention to him, he could not help but cough lightly. Somewhat impatiently, he began speaking in a low voice with Han Dulong and Wei Hu.
"Brother Han, Brother Wei, where are we going?"
"You joined us without knowing that?"
Han Dulong and Wei Hu glanced sideways at him.
"...Heh heh."
Huang Tianxiang gave an awkward laugh.
"I was just too curious. I joined the team on impulse."
"What are you curious about?"
Han Dulong and Wei Hu had just asked this when they noticed that Huang Tianxiang's gaze at their group seemed strange. They could not help saying "Oh," as if they vaguely understood.
"You're not curious about us. You're mainly curious about the lord, aren't you?"
Without waiting for Huang Tianxiang to answer, Han Dulong raised his brows.
"It's perfectly normal for you to be curious about the lord. Not just you—even the Old City Lord and the current City Lord couldn't resist and ended up falling in."
"The lord you're talking about is Young Master Ding?"
"Obviously!"
"...!!"
Huang Tianxiang clicked his tongue. Although he had sensed it long ago, seeing Han Dulong and Wei Hu—who had previously been extremely hostile and resentful toward Ding Ling at the Yan Flower Brothel—now become his most ardent admirers still left him dazed. In