"May I ask if you are Senior Zhao Qingtan?" The Core Formation Cultivator wore a smile so broad it nearly piled up on his face, repeatedly bowing and cupping his hands to Zhao Qingtan. "We had expected you to arrive with Senior Su Junyu, and had people waiting at the entrance. But we never saw Senior Su... Ah, we didn't know you had already arrived. Forgive us for failing to welcome you from afar, forgive us."
"Su Junyu broke the appointment. That was not your fault." Zhao Qingtan nodded. "No need to be so courteous."
"How could I dare, how could I dare..." The Core Formation disciple wore a fawning smile, but when he faced the woman beside him, his face crumpled. "Martial Uncle, really, stop playing games here all the time... Senior Zhao is here. Get up and greet him!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "What, times have changed now, and we still have to take jobs where we go out and sell ourselves?"
Zhao Qingtan's eyes widened, and his body tilted ever so slightly, as though he wanted to leave.
The Core Formation disciple nearly dropped to his knees before Zhao Qingtan. "N-No, Senior Zhao, we are not that kind of sect, truly! We do not do that sort of business! We are a lawful sect!"
Then he turned to the woman again. "Martial Uncle, are you determined to get your nephew killed? Huh?"
Then he turned back to Zhao Qingtan, changing his expression yet again. Zhao Qingtan almost thought he had learned some special divine ability that let him switch facial expressions at high speed.
The man leaned close to Zhao Qingtan's ear and whispered, "Sorry, Senior Zhao. Well... our Devil Sect did indeed have some... less-than-glorious history in the past. And... some people who joined our