Guardian Wang Songgui of the Northern City

Early the next morning, Chen An’nian changed into an ordinary and unremarkable human skin mask and followed Liang Fu straight to the guard barracks of the Northern City.

“Name.”

“Wang Songgui!”

“Cultivation realm.”

“Open Energy Realm.”

Liang Fu and Chen An’nian had smiles on their faces.

Chen An’nian took out two one hundred silver tickets from his pocket and discreetly handed them to the two guards.

“Hmm?”

The two guards raised their eyebrows, smiling ambiguously.

“Quite thoughtful, aren’t you?”

“Hehe, I hope you both like it.”

Chen An’nian rubbed his hands, acting like a sycophant.

Liang Fu cursed inwardly.

Damn, is this guy a bootlicker?

He’s even better at it than me.

I was deceived by his act before.

“Your uncle has already informed us, so there shouldn’t be any problems. Come with us.”

The two guards led Chen An’nian into the barracks while Liang Fu was stopped outside.