Gold Spirit Guests

When Liu Ming moved and stepped out from the half-open iron gate, his gaze swept around only to be slightly startled.

Where the row of guards should have been standing rigidly outside the door, there was not a trace of them. In their stead, there stood a robust man clad in a yellow beast skin jacket and a red-faced elder with long and narrow eyes.

One had a dark, shiny whip wrapped around his waist, and the other carried a pale yellow long sword on his back, both looking curiously at the newly emerged Liu Ming.

"Guest emissaries of the Golden Spirit?"

Though taken aback, Liu Ming did not show too much surprise, instead, he calmly asked a question.

"Indeed, we two are the guest emissaries of the Golden Spirit. Tonight, we were just patrolling this area, but we didn't expect to run into a fellow daoist. This is really quite a headache! May I ask, what is your relationship with these two?" The red-faced elder sighed and glanced at the two people behind Liu Ming as he asked.