A group of servants burst out laughing.

Henry Carter merely sneered inwardly. He was not polite either, sitting down at the banquet table, eating and drinking as he pleased, even pulling over a ragged, dirty-faced old beggar to play drinking games with him. He paid no mind to the looks from others, feeling completely at ease.

“Sigh, Young Master Carter, you’re a good man without airs, but sitting with us, I’m afraid you’ll lose some of your dignity!”

The old beggar was actually kind-hearted. After sharing a few drinks with Henry Carter, he quietly advised him to leave.

Henry Carter didn’t care at all. He smiled and said, “What if I told you that someone will invite us inside in a bit—would you believe it?”

“That’s impossible…”

The old beggar grinned, revealing his chipped black teeth, and shook his head repeatedly at Henry Carter’s words.

Henry Carter smiled again and said, “What if I told you the one inviting us in is Mr. Grant? Would you believe that?”

The old beggar was startled, gave Henry Carter a strange look, and muttered, “Young Master Carter is a good person, but his alcohol tolerance is too low!” Clearly, he thought Henry Carter was already drunk.

After eating and drinking for a while at the banquet, Henry Carter considered whether to reveal a bit of his cultivation to alert Mr. Grant in the mansion. He knew that with his current seventh-level true energy, just releasing a trace of his aura would definitely be sensed by the experts in the mansion, who would then come out to investigate. This was, in fact, a special way for cultivators to send a message.

However, just then, an elderly man in coarse clothes slowly walked out from the mansion, accompanied by a young nobleman in fine clothes who spoke to him respectfully.

The servants, upon seeing the two, immediately bowed with utmost respect. Those who recognized them knew that the young nobleman was none other than Mr. Grant’s great-grandson, the current young master of the Leng family, Grace Grant. The elderly man he was speaking to respectfully was not his elder, but Mr. Grant’s personal attendant, named Jack Grant, who was also a master swordsman of high status.

Jack Grant had been Mr. Grant’s personal servant for over seventy years, sharing a deep bond. Though of servant status, no one in the Leng household dared disrespect him. Even Mr. Grant’s own son would respectfully address him as “Uncle Zhu” upon meeting him.

Jack Grant was speaking calmly to Young Master Grant, when he happened to glance over at the banquet table. Suddenly, his body trembled as he stared in disbelief at a young man eating and drinking heartily. After a closer look, he began to shake.

He seemed to want to go over and greet him, but thought better of it, forced himself to hold back, and suddenly turned to hurry back into the mansion.

A moment later, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the Leng residence. A large group of people knelt on the ground, bowing respectfully. From within the mansion, a thin, elderly man strode out quickly. His presence was sharp, his steps light as if flying, and his eyes shone with a piercing brilliance, like an unsheathed sword. He was none other than the legendary figure of Four Symbols City, Mr. Grant.

Seeing this ancestor come out, seemingly searching for someone, the servants didn’t even dare to breathe.

Mr. Grant swept his gaze around and immediately spotted Henry Carter. He wanted to go over, but forced himself to hold back, actually seeming a bit hesitant.

At that moment, Henry Carter turned around and, seemingly unintentionally, nodded slightly.

Mr. Grant breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked over, cupped his hands, and said, “Y-young hero, I did not know you were gracing us with your presence. Please forgive me for not welcoming you from afar!”

Henry Carter smiled and said, “No need for that. I came today simply to congratulate Mr. Grant on your good health!”

The onlookers were stunned to see Mr. Grant personally come over to speak with Henry Carter, thinking their eyes must be deceiving them.

Mr. Grant was about to speak, but suddenly noticed where Henry Carter was sitting and couldn’t help but give a wry smile. He thought Henry Carter was just eccentric and had chosen to sit at the banquet table on purpose. So he fetched a stool for himself, sat down, and said, “Since you’ve honored the Leng residence with your presence, young hero, why not come inside? Sitting here makes me look bad, doesn’t it?”

Henry Carter smiled and said, “I was planning to go in, and even brought you two bags of pastries, but your Leng residence’s threshold is just too high!”

“Hmm?”

Mr. Grant was taken aback, and then a wave of anger radiated from him.

“Grace, kneel!”

Mr. Grant hadn’t spoken yet, but Jack Grant already understood his intent and suddenly shouted.

Mr. Grant’s great-grandson Sarah Grant was so frightened he dropped to his knees with a thud, his face still full of confusion.

“Grace, was it you who kept my honored guest outside the mansion?”

Mr. Grant’s voice was not loud, but the air seemed to fill with a chilling murderous intent, making everyone tremble.

“Great-grandfather, please forgive me… Grace really doesn’t know what happened…”

Grace Grant was truly suffering for no reason, his face turning pale with fear.

“Don’t blame Young Master Grant for this…”

Henry Carter smiled as he helped Young Master Grant up, then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Grant, “Don’t make this so serious. So many people are watching. Just treat me as an ordinary junior of yours… By the way, my name is Henry Carter, and I’m the second in my family.”

Mr. Grant nodded slightly, but still said coldly to Grace Grant, “To think you kept my honored guest outside the door—has the Leng family forgotten all manners? Lily, go ask your father how he’s managing this household!”

Grace Grant dared not argue and bowed his head in agreement.

“Young Master Carter, please come inside with me. I’d like to see who dares block your way!”