Huang Xiaolong looked at Huang Zhouping's subordinate, who was kneeling there professing guilt without a trace of respect, and chuckled coldly without acknowledging them. His gaze fell on Huang Zhouping and he spoke calmly, "I wonder what business brings Brother Huang Zhouping to pay me a visit?"
Huang Xiaolong intentionally used the word "visit."
Huang Zhouping frowned slightly upon hearing this but then smiled, "You must be joking, Brother Huang Xiaolong. We are both Saint Heirs of the Holy Sect. I came here just to sit and chat, do we really need a reason for it?"
"There's nothing much to chat about with Brother Huang. Since you have no business, please leave." Huang Xiaolong's expression was indifferent, "I need to enter seclusion for cultivation."
Huang Zhouping was taken aback, his expression darkened.
This Huang Xiaolong was truly lacking in tact.
