"Gulp... Li Zheng!" Jin Zaiyin swallowed with difficulty, Li Zheng's eyes were like two sharp needles, piercing straight into his heart through his gaze, sending a chill down his spine.
"Mr. Li, you've come from afar, apologies for not greeting you sooner." Banquan Longma beamed with smiles, stood up and invited, "If you don't mind, why not sit down and join us?"
He gestured to the seat next to Jin Zaiyin, and indeed took out a bowl and chopsticks from a capsule, inviting Li Zheng to sit.
Banquan Longma's actions put a significant amount of pressure on Jin Zaiyin. If Li Zheng really accepted the invitation and sat in that position with the intention to kill, he might not even have a chance to dodge.
Li Zheng stood in place, unmoved by Banquan Longma's invitation, his eyes glanced over the hand still looking at the sword hilt.
The grade of that sword wasn't high, just Platinum Level.
But the person wielding it was surprisingly strong.
