SWISH!
The two men and one wolf reappeared at the doorway.
Fatty snickered, "Boss, did you hear that? The Chief Hall Master of the Holy Temple and the Grand Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion—it sounds like they're a pair of beautiful sisters, eh?"
"What are you getting at?" Qin Feiyang gave him a puzzled look, frowning.
"Nothing, just a bit curious."
"Judging from their voices, they don't sound like old hags in their seventies or eighties."
"And judging by their conversation, they're likely single too. Otherwise, they wouldn't use the word 'bored'."
"Boss, why don't you use your manly charm to win them over?"
"That way, we can all swagger around the State City as we please."
Fatty laughed obscenely.
"That has potential." The Wolf King nodded in agreement.
The guards standing nearby were completely dumbstruck. This man and wolf were outrageously crude!
AHEM! AHEM!
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Qin Feiyang gave Fatty and the Wolf King a good rap on their heads.
