Jiang Li and the others waited outside for a while. The guard who had left earlier soon returned and respectfully stepped aside to show them the way. "The three of you, please. The clan leader is waiting in the reception hall."
Seeing this, the three of them didn't put on any airs. They followed the duty disciple and quickly arrived outside the reception hall.
Along the way, they had gained a fresh understanding of just how poor the Speed Clan was.
It was called a reception hall, but the furnishings inside were extremely sparse—almost shabby, in fact.
Aside from the armchair in the seat of honor, which was still in decent condition, all the other chairs bore the unmistakable marks of age.
An old man in a gray-green robe sat upright in the seat of honor. He was tall and thin, with a gaunt face. His white hair was combed meticulously, and though his eyes were somewhat clouded, he still seemed full of vigor.
He was Bai He, the clan leader of the Speed Clan, an eighty-first-rank agility-type Soul Douluo.
At that moment, Bai He was sizing up Jiang Li, Tang San, and Xiao Wu as they entered, his gaze scrutinizing.
He spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"You say you're old acquaintances of Old Ape?"
"I've been friends with that old ape for decades. I've met all the trusted juniors around him. But you three... forgive my poor eyes, but I don't believe I've ever seen you at the Strength Clan."
It was no wonder Bai He was suspicious. Jiang Li's bearing was too extraordinary, and he exuded such an air of nobility that he looked nothing like someone who would befriend Tai Tan, that crude fellow who only knew how to forge iron.
The same went for Tang San