However, the forehead was empty, without the imagined blood mark.
Zhao Sheng suddenly turned around and hurried along the riverbank path, chasing after that willow-pattern boat.
Upon seeing this, Chen San looked puzzled but quickened his pace as well.
At that moment, the willow-pattern boat slowly approached the bank, and a middle-aged scholar stepped off, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Sheng who was walking quickly towards him, suddenly cupping his hands in salute.
"How should I address you?" Zhao Sheng stopped two yards away, returned the salute, and asked.
The middle-aged scholar did not answer, but pointed towards a nearby tea house and said, "Why don't we sit there? I have many questions too."
"Alright." Zhao Sheng's eyes gleamed, and he readily agreed.
Soon, the two entered the tea house and selected a private room to sit.
After the small waiter brought the tea, Zhao Sheng ordered Chen San to leave until only the two of them remained in the room.
