The City Lord's Mansion!
Inside a certain grand hall, Shen Feiyun leaned lazily in his chair, still clutching a wine jug in his hand.
A black-clad elder stood respectfully to the side.
Master Long, with legs crossed, sat opposite Shen Feiyun, looking at his father with a gaze tinged with a hint of disdain.
A moment passed.
Unable to contain himself, the black-clad elder asked, "City Lord, who exactly are they?"
Shen Feiyun continued to remain silent.
Another moment passed.
He looked up at Master Long and said, "Their identities are far from simple, do not provoke them again."
"Provoke?"
Master Long raised an eyebrow and spat angrily, "Are you blind? Didn't you see it was them who provoked me first?"
"Outrageous!"
"Who do you think you are talking to?"
Shen Feiyun flew into a rage.
"I'm talking to a drunkard."
"No, calling you a drunkard flatters you. Do you know how many people talk behind your back?"
