Feng Hao chuckled, recalling the time he first came to the Grand Hall and asked Ming Xin Yan for directions. He couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic.
"Come on, everyone, please come in!" Feng Hao laughed heartily as he invited the five into his estate.
But Wu Qing looked overwhelmed by the gesture. "No, no, no! You're the Thief God now. We're not worthy."
"Look at you. Why be so formal in private?" Feng Hao grinned and ushered the five to a gazebo in the courtyard.
Hearing Feng Hao say this, the atmosphere instantly relaxed.
"Don't be so polite with him." Ming Xin Yan, on the other hand, wasn't reserved at all. She teased with a radiant smile, "Didn't we come here today to fleece him? Well? Hurry up and bring out the good food and wine. We can't beat you in a fight, but we're definitely drinking you under the table today."
Feng Hao chuckled in surprise, then instructed the kitchen to prepare a table of fine food and wine.
