"Well now, what brings Junior Brother Bai here? I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time!"
Before the man arrived, his clear voice drifted over.
Bai Zichen looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a powerful, confident stride enter. His face was lean and his features sharp, and he currently wore a smile as warm as a spring breeze.
If anyone else had seen this, they would have been utterly shocked.
Steward Lang Zhongping, who was known for being stern and rarely smiled, was practically grinning from ear to ear at this junior disciple from the Sect.
"Greetings, Brother Lang. I've been in closed-door Cultivation recently. I only came to visit the Market after receiving your message, so I couldn't come right away."
One doesn't hit a smiling face, after all. Besides, this Steward Lang was the very person his own uncle had befriended. After Bai Zichen had entered the Sect, his uncle had specifically written a letter asking Lang Zhongping to look after his nephew.
