Zhao Sheng took a few steps down the arch bridge and stood by the shore waiting.
The black-roofed boat slowly approached the shore, and the middle-aged scholar lifted his hem, stepped off the bow, and stood on the shore.
Zhao Sheng examined the man with a glance, noticing the clear look in his eyes, as if he didn't recognize him.
Hmm?
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's heart stirred, and he suddenly cupped his hands, saying, "Brother, may I know your name?"
The middle-aged scholar didn't answer but pointed to a nearby tea house and said, "Why don't we sit there? I also have many questions to ask."
"Alright." Zhao Sheng found the words familiar and felt increasingly strange, agreeing on the spot.
In a short while, the two entered the tavern and chose a private room to sit.
After the waiter served the tea, Zhao Sheng instructed Chen San to leave, until only the two of them were left in the room.
