"The sect sent me over this time to give me a chance to learn from you, My Lord," Shi Ji said, his face wreathed in smiles.
"I'll be in your care from now on."
Shi Ji had experience in the Jianghu, so he understood etiquette better than the other true disciples of the Shennong Hundred Herbs Sect. He immediately changed his form of address, calling him "Lord."
"Of course."
Dai Jin smiled gleefully. "Junior Brother, with you here, I'm like a tiger with wings. These mere Wuling City natives are ripe for the slaughter."
"Lord Dai, what's this Fireproof Shield you're all talking about? Can you let me get a look at it?"
Just then, a voice suddenly piped up.
Besides Dai Jin, the other disciples of the Shennong Hundred Herbs Sect, and the Songstresses, there was one other person in the room.
The newly appointed Inspector, Wang Guan.
Second Young Master Wang was wearing the official uniform of the Inspection Bureau, but it couldn't hide his roguish, unrestrained air.
