"Has he come?"
The evil wolf asked in terror, eyes wide.
"Yes, sir!"
The person beside him answered.
"Then why the fuck didn't you say so earlier?"
The evil wolf roared.
His subordinate felt bitter inside, secretly grumbling: You were the one who told me not to say anything.
But he did not dare say it aloud.
"That demon has come."
"Why would that demon come here?"
Like an ant on a hot pan, the evil wolf paced back and forth, while everyone else's gazes followed him back and forth.
"What are you all looking at me for? Hurry up and think of something!"
The evil wolf shouted anxiously.
"Sir, you are the City Lord of this city."
One of them could not help reminding him, though it was hard to tell whether it was a reminder or a jab.
"A bunch of trash."
The evil wolf berated them, then resumed pacing back and forth.
He was wondering what exactly that demon had come for.
Could he have seen through something and come to cause trouble?
Should he immediately make a run for it?
"Is anyone there?"
Just as the evil wolf was at his wits' end, Yi Feng's voice came from outside again.
The evil wolf stiffened his scalp, knowing there was no hiding from this. He could only meet soldiers with generals and water with earth.
He straightened up, adjusted his clothes, and put on an unyielding, neither servile nor overbearing look.
"Ah, I'm here."
The evil wolf piled a smile onto his face while signaling his subordinates with his eyes.
His subordinates hurriedly opened the gates.
At the entrance stood a white-robed young man who looked gentle and refined.
"Ahem, honored guest, may I ask what business you have with me?"
The evil wolf cupped his hands