Qi Hong bowed again, "Thank you, senior."
"Haha, let's not be so formal. Everyone, please come in."
Although Dong Yong was speaking, he kept staring at Gu Ersheng. "Fellow Daoist? Gu Ersheng?"
"Yes, Dong Yong, do you still remember me?" Gu Ersheng laughed; this old guy had suffered at his hands before.
"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation seems to have skyrocketed. What brings you here?"
"This is my wife's family, also juniors from the Lower Realm."
"Haha, congratulations. Gu, you've actually settled down? It's pretty unbelievable that someone would marry such a scoundrel."
The group entered the main hall. Su Yuanyuan was listening to Dong Yong's thoughts. Turns out, he needed something; that made things easier.
Dong Yong was very enthusiastic, "It's fate that brought you to Wutong City; you must stay as my guests."
"Thank you, senior, we won't be too polite then."
No one asked for anything, so they pretended to know nothing.
"Master, I have a request."
