The place was the same, and so was the familiar face.
But the reception... that seemed rather different.
Every previous time Ji Yuan had visited, Zhou Jin had greeted him at the door. When he failed to see him there this time, he sensed something was off.
Still, Ji Yuan thought little of it. Missing him once was nothing.
But when he entered the private chamber and found the Zhou Household's young master drinking wine with a beauty in his arms, he knew things really had changed.
"Come. Sit."
Zhou Jin did not even rise. He merely nodded and glanced at the seat opposite him, apparently considering that welcome enough.
To put it bluntly, the gesture was almost insulting.
Li Chang'geng was not someone who would tolerate that. Ji Yuan released a trace of a Core Formation Cultivator's pressure, making the ragged Foundation Establishment Realm women feel its weight. Their hands stopped mid-motion.
For them, four words said it all.
The visitor meant trouble.
"Leave us," Ji Yuan said coolly, with no wish to make things difficult for them.
But taking charge in someone else's chamber displeased the Zhou Household's young master.
Zhou Jin, who had been reclining against a woman, brushed at the powder and perfume clinging to him and sat a little straighter. "What's this? Has Fellow Daoist Li started thinking he's the host?"
Ji Yuan swept his sleeve and slowly sat down. He shot Zhou Jin a sharp look and sneered.
"You bowed and scraped before, Young Master Zhou, and now you put on airs. It's quite laughable."
"Your behavior brings four words to mind... a petty man grows wild the moment he gains power!"
"How dare you!"
Zhou Jin's face darkened. He slammed his palm onto the table, and as his spiritual power surged, the table