Zheng Yi hid at the back of the crowd.
Next to him, there were two tall miners serving as cover, convinced that he wouldn't be too conspicuous.
Unexpectedly, the other party still sensed something amiss.
Pretending to stand up, he squeezed out a smile and was about to walk toward the envoy.
But the other party angrily shouted, "Who told you to stand up? Don't you understand human language? I meant you, not him!"
Though it sounded a bit confusing, Zheng Yi understood that the envoy was referring to someone else.
Secretly heaved a sigh of relief, pretended to tremble in fear, and staggered to kneel back down.
Of course, Zheng Yi merely bent his legs; he truly couldn't bring himself to kneel for such a person.
Beside Zheng Yi, Zhou Kunshan gruffly asked, "Lord, are you referring to me?"
"Yes, you, come over here now." Zhou Kunshan quickly stood up and walked briskly toward the envoy.
Zheng Yi wasn't the only one relieved; Zhao Tianming also let out a sigh of relief.
