“Redbud City Lord Jian Wenhe greets the three eminent lords!” Jian Wenhe and his men fell on their faces in a grand gesture of considerable respect when they reached Zhuo Bufan and other two.

Lu Yun looked at the meatball sprawled on the ground and cast a wordless glance at Zhuo Bufan, transmitting, “Is lying on the ground when you bow one of your customs here?”

The enforcer’s face spasmed and he snapped coldly at Jian Wenhe, “Get up, you embarrassing thing!”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Wreathed in smiles, Jian Wenhe bounced right up. “Right this way, august lords! This lowly one has set a welcome banquet and dearly hopes that the distinguished guests will grace us with your presence!”

“There’s no reason for him to be fawning over us like this. Let’s go and see what he’s got cooking,” transmitted...