63 City Lord Ice

BRINGING HIS TWO juniors and his master along, Lin Diyu marched with Wang Lao and their companies. Around them were airships of different sizes. Most of them were bigger than theirs. To put it simply, theirs was neither the smallest nor the biggest. However, Lin Diyu never minded this.

It was good that their airship was as such compared to others'. They would play like pigs to eat the tigers. Being the smallest would, for certain, attract attention, much more so when they were otherwise.

"Hey, City Lord Wang Lao! How are you doing? Eh? Still stuck at that level? It's already been decades!" A woman with a playful look on her face approached the group.

Wang Lao's face, on the other hand, was as black as the bottom of the pot. "What are you doing, City Lord Ice?"