Inside the City Lord's Mansion, Qin Ming spoke: "I hope they can find something out."
"Hmm, with such fiery tempers, they should have some drive," Meng Xinghai nodded.
The calming scent of incense wafted through the air, suppressing their urge to want to crush those two youths to death.
In the afternoon, when the night was at its faintest, Meng Xinghai received another group of guests.
These people came from the Eastern Land, dressed in luxurious garments, akin to nobles traveling. Everything they ate, wore, and used was meticulously chosen, even bringing their own tea leaves.
It's because of Meng Xinghai's good temper that he chose not to lose his demeanor on the spot. Otherwise, as guests brewing their own tea in the host's house, it's quite disrespectful. Another person might have already shown displeasure.
