"Dragonhead, Chen Neishi has brought the guests."
Spring was warm and flowers were blooming. Jia Runshi's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Zhang Xing as he wrote something. He hurriedly covered the document and rose to welcome them.
Before he reached the threshold, however, he asked in surprise, "Where's Jia Yue? Didn't I send him to meet them? Why did Great Chief Chen bring them in?"
"They aren't the guests from the Northern Lands Brother Jia was bringing. They're guests from Qinghe, brought by Chen Neishi," Jia Runshi immediately explained. "They're sitting in the front hall. Chen Neishi asked you to come over... three or four surnamed Cui, and one surnamed Fang."
Zhang Xing understood at once. Of course-if even the Northern Lands had sent people, it would have been strange for this family to sit still when Qinghe was right on their doorstep and a major battle was imminent... however aloof they were, surely they would at least come to ask for a protective charm?
Without understanding that much, how could they have survived from before Lord White Emperor's time until now?
In fact, their deliberate choice of the Fang Clan, which had close ties with the Exorcising the Dragon Gang, as a ladder showed that they probably understood everything they needed to.
At that thought, Zhang Xing considered briefly before giving instructions. "Hasn't Brother Xie arrived from the west? Invite him over, and call that surrendered general from the Feng Clan, Feng Duan, too. Have them keep our guests company. I'll be there shortly."
Jia Runshi left with his orders. Great Dragonhead Zhang returned behind his desk and sat idly for a while, staring blankly at his document, before getting up again. He went out through the rear courtyard gate, turned onto a long covered walkway beside the offices,