The Coachman watched Li Banfeng with a smile. "Are you looking for me? Do you want me to help you carry your sedan chair?"
Li Banfeng didn't answer, instead asking, "Are you the Local Deity of Bridge Yesong?"
The Coachman nodded. "I am. Your opportunity has arrived. Come into my sedan chair, and I'll give you a lift. The first service of the sedan chair is to elevate your cultivation level."
Li Banfeng glanced around. It was deep in the night, with not a single pedestrian in sight.
The Coachman chuckled. "Stop looking. It's just you and me here. I've been waiting specifically for you. Still don't believe me? Hurry up and get into the sedan chair!"
Should he go?
While they were speaking, the Coachman had been ostentatiously manipulating the sedan poles. After he did this three times, Li Banfeng sensed intense danger. Just a moment ago, Li Banfeng had asked if he was a sedan bearer. The Coachman replied with a smirk, "My work is with the poles, you see."
