The Annual Meet

"The Secluded Mountain Prefecture here is so lively!"

A new year had arrived and the Secluded Mountain Prefecture had sent out invitation cards to invite Fang Yuan, other Grandmasters, spiritual knights and the rich to the Secluded Mountain Prefecture for a banquet.

As they returned back to the Secluded Mountain Prefecture City, the feeling was different this time.

"Haha…..Brother Xiang!"

Niu Dingtian and the others entered the Prefecture Master's mansion. When he saw Xiang Zilong, his eyes glittered. "I have missed you a lot!"

As he spoke, Niu Dingtian went forward and gave the other a hug.

"Thank you, Brother Niu, for your concern!"

Xiang Zilong's face looked a bit dull and he forced out a smile. "You don't have to raise your voice in the Prefecture Master's Prefecture. The city master has punished quite a number of people recently…"

If both of them were not close, Xiang Zilong would not be reminding Niu Dingtian about this.