Outside the great hall.
Wang Hu said, "Brother, the guest has arrived."
Lin Feng's voice came from within the hall, "Alright, you may leave."
"Yes," Wang Hu nodded and withdrew.
"Please enter the hall for a chat," Lin Feng said.
The middle-aged cultivator nodded and entered the hall, where he saw a young master sitting inside.
The middle-aged cultivator felt that the young master was handsome and graceful, with an impressive demeanor and a noble aura that was hard to describe.
He thought to himself, "No wonder the young master instructed me to be careful with my words when meeting Young Master Lin. Even though I, Qiann Zong, have seen many talented youths, it's rare to meet someone with such an innate imperial presence."
"How should I address you?" Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged cultivator.
Qiann Zong did not dare to be negligent, he clasped his fists and said, "Does the young master still remember an old acquaintance from Fire Dragon Town?"
