Under Cheng Ziang's guidance, Xing Hu entered the post house and headed straight to the door of Luo'er's room.
He seemed a little nervous, frequently lowering his head to check his appearance and adjust his attire.
"Young Lord, no need to be nervous. The Saint Disciple is quite approachable," Cheng Ziang said with a faint smile upon seeing his demeanor.
"No, no, I've heard of the Saint Disciple's esteemed reputation for a long time. It's a rare opportunity to meet today; it's better to remain prudent," Xing Hu replied, waving his hand while continuing to neaten his robe.
Cheng Ziang quietly observed him. After a moment of tidying up, Xing Hu suddenly thought of something, removed the sword at his waist, and respectfully offered it to Cheng Ziang with both hands.
"I almost forgot. Manor Lord, please hold onto my sword temporarily," Xing Hu said politely.
"There's no need. The Saint Disciple is no weakling," Cheng Ziang declined with a wave of his hand.
