Cheng Tieshan snorted:
"Disappointed, are you? Your grandpa here doesn't have bad luck!"
Beitang Zun chuckled softly:
"Don't rely on words; words can't kill."
With that, he glanced over everyone else.
Then he clasped his fist:
"May I ask for your distinguished names? I came here solely for Iron Blood Hall and do not wish to harm the innocent."
While Beitang Zun was scrutinizing Chu Qing and his party, Chu Qing was also scrutinizing Beitang Zun.
Hearing his words were still courteous, he smiled:
"Are you Beitang Zun?"
"I am indeed."
Beitang Zun nodded:
"Could it be little brother that you are this place's master? How should I address you?"
"I am the third in line, not the master here."
Chu Qing spoke softly:
"Friends from the Martial World kindly call me 'Third Young Master' without mentioning my name."
Beitang Zun's pupils suddenly contracted!
