"Black Wind Village Chief wasn’t in Ming Country just two days ago, so how did he suddenly show up on our side in Tang Country?"
"And to coincidentally board this ship, could it be that those from the Western Regions Demon Sect have invited him here?"
"If that’s the case, we’re in trouble. The Black Wind Village Chief has been undefeated in the Martial World for so long that his arrogance grows ever stronger. If our Grandmaster were here, he could still hold the fort, but now we must imdiately send a ssage to notify the Sect Leader."
"This is your Kunlun Sect’s affair; we originally did not want to get involved. But now that the Black Wind Village Chief has co, if he takes action later, our Drunk Dream Martial World Guild will definitely sit by the wall and watch, avoiding the sa fate as the Bloodthirsty Guild."
"You..."
Several high-ranking Players from different martial arts guilds spoke in hushed tones.
By the end, they all had somber faces, speaking dispiritedly.
At that mont, in the owner’s room on the third deck of the rchant ship, which was decorated with many carvings and painted in black lacquer,
a young woman with a dignified and elegant deanor, whose every move exuded an overwhelming sense of nobility, was sitting by her dressing table, allowing her maid to fix her hair, while listening to a servant report about the guests outside.
Upon hearing that among the guests was a person suspected to be the Black Wind Village Chief, the lady’s eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a look of shock as she put down her rouge and turned to ask, "Have you confird it’s the Martial World’s rising star, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali?"
The servant bowed and said, "Reporting to my lady, that person is well-built and extraordinary, and although he does not carry his signature weapon, the golden knife, there is a graceful veiled lady accompanying him. Among his entourage, apart from an old man whose identity is still unknown, the tall, bald big man is definitely from the Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall. Gauging the imnse respect the Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall shows toward that man, it must undoubtedly be the Black Wind Village Chief. It’s just that compared to the portrait records we have, this person’s hair seems to have grown even more lush."
Upon hearing this, the corners of the lady’s mouth slightly curved up, showing a hint of joy as she said, "If it’s truly him, then the matter for our palace can be settled completely."
At this point, her expression changed again, "That’s not right. Why would he suddenly co here? If my elder brother has manipulated him to co here, I fear the situation may be dire, hiss..."
The lady got up, her slender waist tightly wrapped with a cloud belt, as her graceful figure slowly paced the room, "It’s not right, he has always been independent and hardly controlled by others; how could my elder brother possibly sway him? And yet, we did have a past kindness. Why would he... Maybe it’s just a coincidence?"
The surrounding servants had never seen their lady so anxious, all of them inwardly marveling at her unusual deanor. However, considering that they were facing the notorious Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali of the Martial World, it seed normal for their lady to be disconcerted.
"My lady. If it’s not certain, why not have this old servant go down and probe a bit? If Village Chief Jiang is here by re coincidence, it would be fitting to invite him up to reminisce with you."
A tall, thin figure wearing a cyan-collared short robe and with a smooth chin stepped out from behind the screen and said with a very high-pitched voice.
The lady frowned and slowly nodded, "Very well! I hope he still rembers the kindness from days past."
...
"Village Chief, I see that a few shifty-looking fellows over there are always eyeing us. Should your subordinate go over and warn them?"
Inside the banquet cabin, on one side, the Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall was busy singeing off so remaining bristles on a pig trotter for Jiang Dali, while casting a cold glance towards a few Martial World people who peered in from behind the curtain from ti to ti.
Those Martial World people turned pale upon seeing the Fire King looking their way, getting so scared that they hurriedly turned their heads and dared not to stare anymore. So even shifted closer to the corridor side, ready to jump ship and flee.
"No need. For soone as formidable as , the Village Chief, it’s normal for people to sneak a peek and secretly admire. We’re not vicious and fierce people; we’re just here to rest our feet on the ship. There’s no need to get into a quarrel with anybody; the Martial World is treacherous, so it’s better to keep a low profile while abroad."
Jiang Dali said, while taking a big bite of the pig trotter and gulping down wine with a "glug glug" sound.
As he spoke, the faces of both Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall and Yu Cheng’an twitched, looking at the formidable Jiang Dali, whose bicep was even thicker than a normal person’s thigh. Hearing him talk about "keeping a low profile" felt extrely incongruous.
Boss, although you’re not a vicious and fierce person, you’re a mountain bandit leader. They’re not admiring you; they’re just too scared to move. Regarding keeping a low profile, with your large build, you’re unlikely to go unnoticed anywhere you go.
Wang Yuyan, who was sitting by Jiang Dali’s side, couldn’t help but smile. She raised a handkerchief with her delicate hand, intending to wipe off the grease at the corner of Jiang Dali’s mouth. But halfway through the motion, she felt it was inappropriate in such a public setting.
Jiang Dali’s greasy hand had already reached out and grabbed her small hand, directly wiping the grease on his mouth corner and grumbled discontentedly, "Why hold up a handkerchief? Are you surrendering to ?"
Wang Yuyan was at a loss for words. Her fingers touched the stubble on Jiang Dali’s chin, giving her such a start that she hastily cried out and withdrew her hand, scolding, "I was trying to use it for you; now give it back, look at my hand."
Wang Yuyan opened her pale palm, which was already covered in grease and even saliva; she furrowed her beautiful brows and showed a disgusted face.
Yu Cheng’an and Fire King Ancestor Gold Hall, seeing this, all looked away in practiced indifference, neither speaking up for the wronged Wang Yuyan nor daring to reveal any expression that might be misinterpreted by the Village Chief.
As Jiang Dali was handing the handkerchief to Wang Yuyan, a boatman’s servant led a man in rchant attire with pale skin to appear outside the beaded curtain, seeking an audience.
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