Liu Bang was clearly taken aback.
"You know each other?"
But no one paid him any mind. Yan Huang and the other two were staring at each other, all of them stunned and dumbfounded.
It was Old Nong, reclining on a lounge chair inside the house and waving a cattail fan, who spoke first.
"Guests who have traveled far are always welcome. Please, have a seat. All of you."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Lu Xuan, who was standing by and watching the excitement, and called out to him.
"Fetch a few bowls of herbal tea to serve our guests."
"Alright."
Lu Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and readily agreed. He strode into the thatched hut, and the scorching sensation that had been forging his Physique immediately subsided.
By the time he returned from the back of the house with three bowls of herbal tea, Wang Zhiyao and the others had already found small stools and sat down, and were discussing something with Yan Huang.
