Saint God and Sacred Slaves Gathered in One Hal (1)

After entering the Riches Inn, the flamboyant Dao Qiongcang entertained the crowd and then turned his attention to the black-robed youth by the wall, amid the cheers.

He folded his sleeves and sat down across from the youth at a square table.

It must be said, that this seated position truly exuded a style different from the "Southern Region Paralysis".

Dao Qiongcang was so upright!

Seated by the window, with the golden rays of the setting sun streaming in, the entire Riches Inn seemed a bit brighter.

At the door, a low murmur began. "I'm impressed. This pretty boy looks so high-class. I instantly understand what 'graced by your graciousness' means."

"Wow, a cultured person. You even know the phrase 'graced by your graciousness'?"

"Yeah, what do you think? You ignorant lout."

"D*mn! Tell me honestly, what does that mean?"

"It means to help you get rich."

"Oh, I see... Hehe, thanks for the blessing! Haha!"