"Please sit." Daoist Wei smiled gently, inviting Wen Jiu to sit down, and drove Heihe away, not even allowing him to listen in.
This made Wen Jiu even more wary.
He was not a beautiful female cultivator.
What was the purpose of leaving him alone?
"How dare I, a mere junior, sit with Vice City Lord Wei." Wen Jiu raised his hand to politely decline, silently standing to the side, maintaining a respectful distance.
Daoist Wei gave a comforting smile, lightly coughed as he set up a sound insulation barrier around them, and thanked Wen Jiu with a cupped fist salute, "The person killed by Shen Tu was actually an apprentice I took in during my mundane travels from a poor old couple. His aptitude wasn't remarkable, but his temperament and conduct were excellent. Alas, he died under Shen Tu's axe because of a woman. Truly a tragic fate.
