I admit I underestimated Xia Yiming; he does have some brains.
Zhou Ping'an gave him a surprised glance.
Holding the hands of the two little ones, he walked to the main gate of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion. Facing the Heavenly Martial Guards who were about to intercept, he declared loudly, "Wandering martial artist Zhou Ping'an, wielding the Yin Yang Sword and Four Seasons Saber, has escorted eight descendants of the Southern Lake Zhao Family's second branch to inherit the title of Heavenly Martial King, cultivation techniques, and the Golden Thunder Sword. You lot still hesitate to open the gates to welcome us? Is this how you treat your benefactors?"
Zhou Ping'an's shout, though not overly forceful.
But with his formidable physique and boundless breath, his voice rang out like resounding echoes of gold and jade, each word piercing like a drill, reverberating across multiple streets, causing the dust on the ground to rise faintly.