Lin Taichu did not speak. He rode his horse up to the gates of the Zhao Family estate, then swung down from the saddle.
Zhou Jin jumped down from his sword, put it into his Storage Bag, and looked up at the lintel of the Zhao Family estate.
"This is the Zhao Family?"
"Yes." Zhao Feng tied his horse to the stone post by the gate.
"Senior Zhou, please come in."
Zhou Jin and Lin Taichu walked into the front hall. Zhao Huai was sitting inside drinking tea. When he saw Lin Taichu return, he set down his teacup and rose, his gaze pausing for a moment on Lin Taichu's left arm before turning to Zhou Jin.
"And this is?"
"Zhou Jin, ninth level of the Half-Saint realm. He stayed in Dragon King Underground City for twenty years. I invited him to Luofeng City to hold the fort."
Zhao Huai's expression shifted. Ninth level of the Half-Saint realm—there were not many in the entire Southern Region. In the past, an expert of this level, forget coming to hold the fort for the Zhao Family, would not even have looked the Zhao Family in the eye.
Zhao Huai walked up to Zhou Jin and cupped his fists.
"Senior Zhou, the Zhao Family's temple is small. We have wronged you by asking you to stay."
Zhou Jin did not return the salute. He only nodded.
"No wronging me. Just pay me Spirit Stones."
Zhao Huai froze for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of water.
"Senior Zhou's demands are very simple. Do not interfere with his freedom. He comes and goes as he pleases. Do not force him to do things he doesn't want to do.