"Young Master Rong, this..." The madam wore a troubled expression.
Rong Ziming's face turned cold, and a corpse coffin suddenly appeared at his side.
Black corpse qi coiled around the coffin.
Though the corpse qi did not spread wantonly, an icy chill seeped out in all directions.
In an instant, everyone in the hall below sensed the cold and looked up. Some had already begun quietly making their way toward the main entrance.
"Young Master Rong, what are you doing?!" The madam was frantic. "Quickly put away your magic treasure. I'll summon Nishang and Shuyu for you at once."
As soon as she finished speaking, the madam reached out to knock on the door.
Just then, the door suddenly opened inward, revealing Song Wen behind it.
The madam froze briefly, then hurriedly said with an apologetic smile.
"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Rong also wishes for Nishang and Shuyu to attend him. Could you possibly accommodate him...?"
Song Wen ignored the madam and knowingly asked Rong Ziming instead.
"May I ask how this fellow cultivator is addressed?"
Song Wen was currently disguised as a Spirit Transformation cultivator as well.
Hearing this, Rong Ziming gave Song Wen a faint glance before looking away, his eyes filled with disdain.
Still, one did not strike a smiling face. After a cold snort, he replied.
"I am Rong Ziming."
A gleam flashed in Song Wen's eyes, and his body immediately hunched a little more.
"So it is Fellow Cultivator Rong Ziming. I have long heard of your great name. Now that I see you in person, you truly cut an imposing figure."
Song Wen's flattery clearly pleased Rong Ziming, and some of the cold arrogance on his face faded.
"You have heard of my name?" Rong Ziming asked as he sized Song Wen up.