Manager Wan had already noticed.
Hearing the young man speak, Manager Wan's expression remained unchanged as he made a fist with one hand and covered it with the other in salute, "We're all colleagues in the same line of work, and a traveler come far is a guest, how could we raise a hand against a guest?"
"Well said, uncle!"
The young man paid a compliment, but continued with a mischievous smile, "After tonight, I'll surely visit my uncle's mansion for a drink."
"But for today, our side is in need of a flag, so I can only apologize for the impoliteness."
At this point, Manager Wan had no choice but to agree, for to refuse would be to show fear, so he said gravely, "Will it be a contest of intellect, or a physical one?"
The young man glanced at the hazy figures of gods amidst the smoke and laughed, "We are both members of the Mystical Sect and residents of the pugilistic world, playing with intellect is boring."
"A physical contest, shall we spar?"
