"I am Jiutu. Meiyan must have sent you to find me, right?" the Thief Master asked, gazing at West Moon Ridge.
West Moon Ridge nodded, stunned. "Yes."
"That explains it." The Thief Master nodded lightly, then glanced at Feng Hao. "Xiaofeng, head out for a bit. We have something to discuss."
Feng Hao nodded in surprise. He gave them both a confused look and slowly backed out of the sundry shop.
After Feng Hao left, West Moon Ridge looked at the Thief Master, her expression a mixture of shock and doubt. "So, you really are Lord Jiutu?"
"What? Don't I look the part?" the Thief Master said with a faint smile, pursing his lips.
"No, no, no! It's just… a bit unexpected," West Moon Ridge said, flustered.
"There's no need to be so formal. I haven't been a Guardian of the Holy Hall for a long time," the Thief Master said with a wry laugh. "But speaking of which, how did she know I was in the Ancient Cang Realm?"
