Zhang Wentian looked up and down at Zhang Fusheng, a strange light appearing in his eyes:
"May I know your honorable surname and name, brother?"
"I also have the surname Zhang, and I'm called Zhang Daosheng."
"So we're from the same family!"
Zhang Wentian folded his fan, smiling warmly:
"Since Brother Daosheng is from the same family and traveling alone, why not join me as a companion? To be honest, Brother Daosheng, from the Qingcheng Zhang family, only I have come."
He smiled wryly.
Zhang Fusheng raised his brows slightly, feeling a subtle stir within — this was quite unusual.
A little fellow, what ability or virtue did he have to stir his own mind?
Quite intriguing.
"Since Brother Wenti invites, how could I dare refuse?"
"Good, good, good!"
Zhang Wentian repeatedly praised, a flash of depth passing in his eyes, discreetly touching the wooden carving in his arms while quietly asking in his heart:
"Senior, is there anything strange about this person?"
