Xu Tong ignored him and sat back down on the stool beside him.
But the visitor did not simply leave. After calling out for a long time without getting an answer, he brought his men straight inside.
They were soldiers in red armor, just like those overseeing the tournament in the city.
Their leader was another middle-aged man, this one sporting a small mustache.
Once inside, he clasped his hands behind his back and asked, "Are you deaf, or can't you speak? I was calling outside for so long. You could at least have answered!"
"Answered what?" Xu Tong asked. "You could just keep shouting out there. I don't blame you for having no manners."
That left the man rather helpless, and he had no choice but to apologize.
"So, you're Xu Tong? If you are, then I apologize. I really shouldn't have shouted on your turf."
Xu Tong neither turned his head nor opened his eyes.
"All right, what do you want? Speak! If it's nothing, leave. Don't disturb me."
"Hey, you really don't know how to appreciate a kindness!" someone beside him interrupted. "Do you know who this is? He's Nan Yutian, the City Lord of South Red City."
Xu Tong gave an indifferent "Oh."
The soldier wanted to say more, but Nan Yutian stopped him.
"Insolent! What business is this of yours? You're a mere soldier, and you think you can speak for me? Get out of the way!"
The soldier was clearly badly frightened and hastily stepped aside.
Nan Yutian approached. "My apologies. I've failed to discipline my subordinates properly. I've come to ask whether you've found a suitable sect."
"The tournament is almost over, and many people have already been recruited by sects. I was wondering whether you..."
Only then did Xu Tong open his