The guard who previously threw the Hundred-Dollar Holy Currency at Huang Xiaolong's feet also shook his head and laughed out loud, having seen many madmen, but never someone so mad.
Qin Yuan and Weng Siqi exchanged glances and laughed as well.
To them, this was just a joke.
Indeed, it was quite amusing.
Qin Shaolong laughed, "Kid, whether you're truly mad or pretending to be foolish, wanting to cause trouble here at Bright Commerce is sheer blindness." He introduced Weng Siqi, "This is my master, Deacon Weng Siqi of the Beidou Sword Sect!" His face full of pride.
To be able to apprentice under a deacon of the Beidou Sword Sect was indeed a matter of great lineage honor.
"Master? Beidou Sword Sect?" Huang Xiaolong's gaze remained indifferent: "It seems Beidou Sword Sect recruits disciples in six months, do you have some special privilege to join six months earlier?"
Recognizing the sarcasm in Huang Xiaolong's words, Qin Shaolong's face turned red with anger.
