Everyone present knew that Ji Fengyan's glib words salvaged Yan Luo Dian's pride.
"City Lord Ji is too modest. I, Duanmu Hongru, am utterly impressed by you," Duanmu Hongru said in all sincerity. He was a born-general and placed an impressive deal of emphasis on the ties of friendship and comradeship. The devil-masked men were all under his lead and their deaths would have been unbearable to him. He was thoroughly grateful to Ji Fengyan for saving his men.
Ji Fengyan smiled. She was becoming increasingly fond of Duanmu Hongru's candid character. He reminded her of Linghe.
"City Lord Ji, please take a seat." Chi Tong finally spoke. His voice held a magnetic quality, yet still harboring the gentleness of youth. It was a very soothing voice.
In her unpretentious way, Ji Fengyan immediately went to sit down on a chair by the side.
