Hearing Wang Lang's words, Tie Ruonan's face instantly flushed red.
She sheathed her sword, clasped her fists, and bowed. "This junior is Tie Ruonan, manager of the Tie Family merchant caravan. I failed to recognize you earlier and offended you, Senior. I beg your forgiveness!"
As she bowed, everyone behind her lowered their heads in apology as well.
Only Tie Shanyuan still stood there in a daze. It was not until the man beside him tugged him that he came to his senses and hurriedly cupped his hands.
"No matter." Wang Lang waved a hand. "The rain is heavy. It is only natural to see wrongly."
He truly did not mind.
The first time Centurion Zhao saw him looking like this, he had mistaken him for a dried corpse demon.
Tie Ruonan straightened up, hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Senior, where are you headed...?"
"Cangyun City."
"What a coincidence!" Tie Shanyuan suddenly cut in, his eyes lighting up.
"We're headed to Cangyun City too! If Senior does not mind, you may travel with us. There are empty seats in the carriage!"
He spoke eagerly, half out of guilt and half because his mind was quick.
This senior's appearance was strange, but the aura radiating from him undoubtedly showed that he was an expert.
If they could build a connection with him, it would greatly benefit the Tie Family.
Yet Wang Lang shook his head. "No need."
"But, Senior, Cangyun City is still over a hundred li away, and the rain is so heavy..." Tie Ruonan also tried to persuade him.
She was not merely currying favor. She sincerely wished to make up for her earlier offense.
Wang Lang shook his head and refused again. He was fast on foot and had no need to waste time riding in a