Incoming Storm Expected (2)

"Your disciples pays their respects to our Master!"

Fan Zhuo stood silently to one side and rubbed at his nose, as he looked at the burly and towering man seated at the table with a great bushy beard.

[That must be Qiao Chu's and the others' Master…..]

[He looks to be such an easy going person…..]

Yan Bu Gui guffawed loudly and said: "Alright. All you little rascals can just get up, there's no need for all this nonsensical pomp. It doesn't agree with me. Get your sorry behinds up this instant." Although that was what his mouth said, but it could be seen from Yan Bu Gui's eyes that had turned into two smiling crescents that he was in high spirits.