When Jiang Yuebai arrived at the reception hall of the Zhuge family with Yan Hongyu, she heard Uncle Fuyi's voice from outside, accompanied by a faint trace of alcohol.
No need to guess, it must be Supreme Elder Wenn Miao and Uncle Fuyi who came together.
"...Fellow Daoist Fuyi is being too polite; it's the Zhuge family's good fortune that True Monarch Wangshu is willing to temporarily affiliate with us, there's no trouble at all."
"Elder Zhuge is indeed as amiable as Senior Brother Mo Ping described."
"Fellow Daoist overpraises me. Speaking of Fellow Daoist Mo Ping, I still remember his excellent chess skills; out of ten games with him, I would lose seven or eight. I wonder how he has been recently?"
"Senior Brother Mo Ping is doing well, thank you for your concern, Elder Zhuge..."
Jiang Yuebai slowed her pace, tidied her clothes and hair, displayed a dignified manner, and asked Yan Hongyu to wait outside before stepping into the reception hall.
