Zhao Hansheng's residence.
"Hmm?" The jade pendant at his waist trembled lightly again.
But this time, the feeling it brought was entirely different.
This was not a warning, but a reminder.
"Hmm? As I sit in the room, does good fortune come from the heavens?" The pendant's spiritual mechanism stirred Zhao Hansheng, simultaneously plunging him into confusion.
Soon, Duanmu Zhang's figure slowly appeared.
Zhao Hansheng was surprised to see him arrive privately and use stealth techniques. In his memory, Duanmu Zhang's personality was rigid, always acting straightforwardly, yet this time he changed his usual style, acting cautiously.
This was very uncommon.
"Could it be that my good fortune lies with him?"
Zhao Hansheng's heart stirred slightly, and he rose to greet him.
"Daoist Brother Duanmu, your grand visit, apologies for not welcoming you from afar." Zhao Hansheng performed the Confucian rites.
