Manager Bai sneaked a few glances at him and said, "I think this might not be a bad thing. Lately, it seems like the immortal city is searching for outer sea cultivators. You might as well report that the Xiao Family knew about it but did nothing, harboring ulterior motives..."
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said, "Great idea, quickly bring the secret whistle."
Manager Bai hastily handed over a small whistle engraved with gold stone. The middle-aged man grabbed it, put it to his lips, and blew. A faint, barely perceptible sound drifted away.
In no time at all, a person treaded on flying smoke and flew over from afar. This person wore his hair in a Daoist bun, his Dharma Robe embroidered with a fish and dragon in water, carrying a Dharma Sword on his back. His expression was extremely stern. Looking at the two, he said, "Was it you who summoned this seat?"
