The moment the Deacon finished speaking, Ning Jilin clapped his hands in satisfaction.
Then he shot Hou Yue'er a challenging look, a trace of greed in his eyes.
"Deacon Hou, a month has passed. In consideration of the arduous journey you made from thousands of miles away to support us, my ancestor has arranged a welcome banquet at the City Lord's Mansion."
"Please don't refuse, Steward Hou."
"A welcome banquet?"
Hou Yue'er studied Ning Jilin, whose ill intentions were plain to see. Rather than refuse at once, she fell into brief contemplation.
During her month in this Cave Abode, she had more than once seen two enormous hands suddenly reach out from the City Lord's Mansion to seize women or cultivators from the city.
Her curiosity about the owners of those hands had reached its peak, but she knew her own limits and had not rashly slipped into the City Lord's Mansion to investigate.
Why not use this welcome banquet to see what that old ghost Ning Xiuzhu is up to in the City Lord's Mansion?
As an Endless Sea Nine Sons Inner Sect Elder, if she truly ran into danger...
Surely he would not stand by and watch her, an Outer Sect steward of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea, die at the hands of demons?
With that thought, Hou Yue'er made up her mind.
"All right, I'll attend. When is the banquet?"
At her agreement, a flash of irrepressible delight crossed Ning Jilin's eyes.
The thought of how she had bullied him before, coupled with everything she might suffer once she fell into the hands of those two members of the Endless Dragon Clan, made him more impatient than ever.
"We can set off right now. The sooner, the better. My ancestor has already prepared the banquet."