"I've long heard of Brother Zhou's great name. Now that we've met, I can see you're a straightforward man," Lingdu Mountain said with a laugh.
"Elder Ling is the one whose might truly shakes the Small Thousand World. You're too kind. And this must be Elder Kuigang, I presume."
Kuigang nodded without saying much, but the three of them clearly exchanged a look of mutual understanding.
Zhan Wushuang trembled. "Th-this... it's a bit crowded here. I... I think I'll find another spot."
At a table not far from him, the disciples of the Undying Evil Spirit Hall were all staring at him like he was some kind of freak. When it was just Lingdu Mountain, Zhan Wushuang had felt a sense of honor. But with the arrival of Kuigang, Yang Ying, and Zhou Feng—and especially after learning Wang Meng's true identity—Zhan Wushuang was shaking.
"Brother Zhan, our meeting is fate. Your seat is right here, why move?"
Wang Meng said. Zhou Feng also smiled. "If he tells you to sit, you sit."
