"So I just arranged less than one-tenth of the people to come..."
The fat man sighed, waved his hand to disperse everyone around him, and then enthusiastically hooked the young man's arm, striding forward.
"Let's go, let's go.
It's truly an honor for the esteemed Spirit Court Guard Helier to come to my remote little place...
I've already set up a banquet. Tonight's welcoming banquet, we won't leave until we're drunk."
The young man was obviously untouched by the fat man's excessive enthusiasm.
He directly freed himself from the other's grasp, walking forward alone with an indifferent expression.
The fat man, who was publicly snubbed, appeared a bit awkward but soon recovered.
Still smiling widely, he quickly caught up with the young man's pace, continuing to warmly greet him.
Occasionally, in unnoticed moments, a faint coldness would flash in his eyes, but it was quickly well hidden.
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