Zhang Chi's greatest pleasure was saying no to those whose strength was inferior to his own.
As for those stronger than him, well, of course, it was yes, yes, yes.
Suddenly, Zhang Chi spoke up, and everyone present was jolted awake. The smug smile on Huo Lao's face stiffened as a touch of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't sensed anyone else's presence at first, suggesting the newcomer's cultivation was likely above his own.
Of course, that wasn't necessarily the case—perhaps the other party was some sort of trickster playing Ghosts, maybe trying to scare him with some show of Xuan Xu?
"I do not know which Cultivator has graced us with their presence, but I ask you to show yourself."
Huo Lao asked in neither a servile nor overbearing tone. Not knowing who the newcomer was, he didn't want to offend them rashly.