"Cheng Yan." The moment Zhou Ji said the name, the whole crowd was stunned.
Third Brother Song's throat turned sweet, and he promptly fainted. He couldn't make sense of anything before him. Elder Xia was already a Heavenly Human beyond his reach, and now he had personally witnessed two prefectural lords—immortal beings straight out of legend.
Those two immortals were actually fighting over a commoner who was holding a child and watching a game of chess. And that commoner had just been shaken down for a silver coin by two dung bullies.
Dung bullies, elders, prefectural lords, this, this...
He was utterly bewildered. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was finished.
Third Brother Song, who had fainted, wasn't the one suffering most. That honor belonged to Lord Gao and Jiang Xian's group. They had been through the mill, and their composure and self-control far surpassed the likes of Third Brother Song.
Precisely because they had such composure and self-control, they couldn't faint. At that moment, being able to pass out would have been a blessing from heaven.
They could have racked their brains until they burst, and still never have imagined that this assignment would involve two prefectural lords—and that it would even make those lords tear off their masks and fight over someone.
What kind of immortals were hiding here?
Just as the two prefectural lords reached an impasse, two more figures came soaring over. One was a young man in a green robe, with a lean, hard face and no air about him, like a piece of scrap iron. The other looked middle-aged, wore a bright yellow dragon robe with a high crown and flowing sash, and exuded nobility.
As soon as the two appeared, Zhou Ji and Sun Jieyou bowed in midair at