In the gazebo…
"They're here already? Well, it seems like they can't wait any longer," Chang Yiming said, his voice filled with derision. He stood up and looked at Jiang Ming. "I'm pretty sure they didn't come with good intentions. What should we do to them?"
"Let's see what they're here for first," Jiang Ming replied as he rose to his feet. He leaped into the air and landed in the courtyard. "After all, we're from the same sect, and we should show him some respect."
He walked toward the guest receiving platform at a steady pace. The Dao Square had created a door with its power, and the Dao Rhythm here dissipated before this group of people arrived.
Inside the Dao Square, he was the king.
"Hah, look who's here. Junior Brother Jiang, don't you know any manners? Your Senior Brother is here, and not only did you not come out to welcome him, but you made him wait for so long!"
The person who talked was a fat young man with short stature.