Uncle Xu's tone shifted abruptly, as he suddenly turned to face the Eastern Chief.
"Who was that again?"
"Chief Supervisor, I am Dongling," Wang Dongling's heart stirred, his expression somewhat unnatural, but he still stepped forward to greet him.
"Dongling?" Uncle Xu pondered for a moment, "I'm getting old and forgetful... Oh, it's Wang, right!"
Wang Dongling's mouth twitched, and he nodded with a dry laugh.
"Being the Eastern Chief certainly makes a difference, your voice is louder than others! What now? Got an old sword and can't hide your tail anymore?"
Uncle Xu's face suddenly turned cold, the cordial reunion was gone in a flash, and his words were sharp, like the Taibai Immortal Sword, elusive and heart-piercing.
The smiles on everyone's faces gradually solidified, and the atmosphere turned icy, with a frosty layer forming on Wang Dongling's face.