Ling Chen smiled, pushing the door open and walking directly inside. Although this house was quite isolated, Ling Chen wasn't afraid of Su He and his men pulling any dirty tricks on him. With Qiu Yong and Tong Zhentian present, if something happened to him, Tong Zhentian and the others certainly wouldn't let it slide easily. Besides, with the original copy of that record in hand, unless Su He wanted the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion to incur the wrath of many, he wouldn't dare do anything to him.
Upon entering the room, Ling Chen saw Su He sitting on a wicker chair by the window, holding a cup of hot tea, quietly watching the autumn scenery outside. Ling Chen walked to the chair opposite Su He and sat down of his own accord.
After a good while, Su He slowly turned his head and cast his bloodshot eyes towards Ling Chen.
As their eyes met, Ling Chen smiled slightly, cupping his fists in greeting, "Elder Su."
