Looking at Chen Changsheng's calm expression, Ling Siyuan hesitated for a long while before finally cupping his hands. "Very well. Everything will be as you say, young master!"
Whoosh!
As he spoke, Ling Siyuan abruptly raised his head and looked in one direction.
Tap, tap, tap!
Soft footsteps sounded, and two figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
The newcomers were none other than Lin Tianlang and his demonic beast, the Silver Moon Wolf King.
"No need to be nervous. Allow me to introduce him—he's one of my attendants."
Just as the two sides were about to draw their swords, Chen Changsheng spoke.
Yet at Chen Changsheng's explanation, Ling Siyuan frowned. "Young master, I know there are many matters I shouldn't ask about."
"But this man is the chief of Tianlang Stronghold. Letting him travel with us might..."
"Do you work for the imperial court?"
Before Ling Siyuan could finish, Chen Changsheng cut him off.
Looking at the perfectly composed Chen Changsheng, Ling Siyuan was instantly struck speechless.
"To answer your question, young master, our escort agency is not affiliated with the imperial court."
"Since you don't work for the imperial court, why are you wasting so much breath?"
"Catching bandits is the imperial court's business, not the escort agency's. Just do your own job."
Faced with that answer, a thoroughly helpless Ling Siyuan could only cup his hands and bow in compliance.
"I'm tired. Everyone should turn in early. We still have traveling to do tomorrow."
Ignoring the tense atmosphere, Chen Changsheng rose and headed straight for the carriage.
Seeing this, Ling Siyuan slowly approached Lin Tianlang and said in a low voice, "Tianlang Stronghold dominated this region not because your cultivation reached the heavens, but because someone ordered that you were not to be touched."
"Now that Tianlang Stronghold