All the important people of the clan were offering their congratulations, and so was the lord city master, which caused Ding Feiwen to become so smug and conceited that he was practically about to forget his own name.
That should be the case, right? He had gained the favor of some major figure of the Crimson Sun Sect, and had been taken as disciple, just that he had yet to get the news.
'Hoho, that must be it!
'F*ck, Ding Ping, that bastard, actually dared to give me a punch. I'm definitely going to make him pay dearly for it this time!'
"Lord City Master, this way, please!" the patriarch of the Ding Clan hurriedly said. This was no place for conversation.
"Please!"
"Please!"
They all moved to the main hall, and sat in the respective seats for hosts and guests. Because Liu Zhenshi's status was much too high, they still felt ill at ease even though he had been offered the high seat of the host, fearing that they would have treated this noble guest too lightly.
