Jiangnan Caiyi was both pleased and polite, greeting Ji Xinghuo with a deep bow, her tone soft and gentle, invoking a sense of pity from those who heard her.
Ji Xinghuo was not quite accustomed to receiving such grand gestures upon a first meeting.
Even in the Fusang Autonomous Province, there were not many people who still maintained these ceremonial customs.
"Caiyi, you're too kind. We're teammates, and it's only right that we help each other," Ji Xinghuo could only respond this way.
The four of them walked into the main gate.
Ji Xinghuo looked around the spacious and bright living room, its floor spotless, clearly maintained clean daily by someone, even the sofa was washed clean, and a fresh floral scent wafted through the air, refreshing the spirit.
Chi Zhonglin casually leaned his long spear against the wall, reeking of alcohol, and flopped onto the sofa, completely devoid of any image.
Ren Mian frowned but said nothing.