Early the next morning, Wen Ning and Lu Ming were already at the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Lu Ming had even changed into clean clothes for the occasion, and his hair was combed so sleek it looked as though Big Yellow had licked it. He looked full of energy.
Standing outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, he tilted his head back to look at the gleaming golden plaque and took a deep breath.
"That familiar air."
Lu Ming sighed wistfully.
"I, Hu Hansan, have returned!"
Wen Ning stood beside him, the corner of his mouth twitching at this performance.
"When were you last here?"
"Just a few days ago, wasn't it?"
"So it's only been a few days. You're acting like you've been away for twenty years."
Lu Ming ignored him and strode inside with measured, stately steps. Ah, he just doesn't understand how I feel right now.
The guards at the Southern Heavenly Gate did not stop them. They took a quick look and waved them through.
Lu Ming followed behind, deliberately slowing as he passed the guards and giving them a nod with a provocative look in his eyes.
The guards watched him expressionlessly.
"What are you seeing your godfather about?"
Lu Ming asked Wen Ning as they walked.
"I'm going to ask about the arrangements. It's my first time, after all."
"Should I come with you, then?"
"No need."
Wen Ning thought for a moment before continuing.
"Just wait outside. If you go in, he'll probably start lecturing you again."
Lu Ming ducked his head. True enough—if he went in, the first half would be business, and the second half would be a lecture for him.
The two reached the hall where Wen Zhong worked, and Wen Ning glanced back at Lu Ming. Lu Ming immediately raised his hand