Following Nie Yun, Shen Hao realized he was being forced into the spotlight. Everyone who greeted Nie Yun would subconsciously cast a few extra glances his way, some even nodding at him in acknowledgment.
"Nie..."
"Just call me Senior Brother. Back at the Sword Emperor's Tomb, when you called me 'Master Nie', I already thought it was awkward."
Shen Hao hadn't finished his sentence before Nie Yun cut him off. They were equals in age, and even if Nie Yun was just playing along, he couldn't get used to being called "Master Nie."
Shen Hao didn't mind, and went with it: "Senior Brother, are all these people here to offer congratulations?"
"Of course. Your Xuanqing Guard should have records on these sects, right? Tomorrow's celebration starts early, so everyone who can come will arrive a day ahead. The sects in Jingxi basically should all give face and send people over.
Look, over there—are you familiar with those people?"
