Yang Yi spoke with a welcoming gesture from his right hand, his demeanor very amicable.
Duan Rong was slightly taken aback and walked in.
The person at the entrance, who had just started a cold smile, suddenly froze.
"Brother... Duan?!"
As Duan Rong approached, Yang Yi raised Duan Rong's sect cloud scroll and assessment form with both hands and presented them in front of him.
Duan Rong was somewhat surprised and immediately accepted them, clasping his fists and saying, "Thank you, Steward Yang."
Yang Yi also smiled and said, "Brother Duan, there's no need to be so formal. It's convenient for others and it's convenient for oneself. Besides, familiarity grows with time between the two of us, the days are long ahead!"
