Soon, the servant brought Zheng Rulong over.
He was an uncommonly handsome young man, dressed in black armor, with fresh blood still dripping from him, as if he had just returned from the battlefield.
When he saw Qin Hao, his brows immediately furrowed, glaring at Qin Hao with a sinister expression.
"You are Qin Hao?"
Zheng Rulong spoke arrogantly, showing no respect to Qin Hao.
The servants retreated to the side; now they couldn't intervene.
One was a friend's master, and the other was beloved by the master's sworn sister; neither was someone they could offend.
Qin Hao glanced at him and said coolly, "No manners at all. Did your elders teach you this? How do you address Ling Daozi?"
"Of course, as Uncle."
Zheng Rulong paused for a moment but still answered Qin Hao.
Qin Hao sneered, replying nonchalantly, "I am a peer to Ling Daozi, brothers in name. How should you address me?"
