"These two are Pill Masters from the Mingcang Sect, naturally they are entitled to stay in the Upper Garden." The Posthouse Official spoke slowly, his expression unchanged. He had held his office here for a long time and had seen all sorts of people. Being yelled at a few times would not faze him.
"Mingcang Sect?" The expression of the young cultivator shifted slightly. He glanced at Zhang Yan and his companion, saw there were only two of them, and heard the term "Pill Masters." His demeanor relaxed, but his tone grew sharp again as he sneered, "And what of the Mingcang Sect? Is precedence not to be respected?"
He stepped in front of Zhang Yan, raised the Dharma Sword in his hand, and declared, "We have yet to find accommodations. How about a duel, sword against sword? If you lose, hand over this garden to me. What do you say?"
The Posthouse Official watched coldly from the side, saying nothing.
