Just as the Death Fighters in the courtyard were quietly discussing among themselves, a man dressed as a watchman entered the courtyard with a gong in hand.
The watchman, with an arrogant attitude, glanced around and said, "It's time for you to act."
Xiao Xueyin knew no one would step forward, so he took the initiative to approach and quietly asked, "Great Immortal Huang, Master Hu Er isn't coming, is he?"
Master Hu Er?
You lot think you're worthy of asking that?
The watchman sneered coldly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, just do your job honestly."
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right. This is a gift we specifically got to show our respect to you."
Xiao Xueyin wasn't offended, and respectfully handed over a roasted chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.
The watchman's nostrils flared as he took the roasted chicken, and his expression softened a bit.
"Hmm, not bad. If you survive this, you can come find me."
