Upon hearing this, Peng Zhen, far from getting angry, let out a hearty laugh. He stood and walked forward to greet him. "Old Fool Du! Your mouth is as foul as ever! We'll see who falls apart if you try me! I want to see if that shabby spear of yours has rusted over the years!"
Following closely behind him was He Yueting, the Second Manor Master of Qixia Manor.
He wore a warm smile and greeted those all around with a cupped-fist salute. His posture was poised and proper, exuding the dignified air of a man from a great house.
Behind him was a young woman in a pale yellow silk dress.
She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with a slender figure and a lovely face. While not a devastating beauty, she had bright eyes, pearly teeth, and an elegant demeanor, making her quite attractive.
She was He Yueting's only daughter, He Lanxin.
