About half an hour later, a travel-stained Chen Fei arrived at a small, lakeside teahouse in Northern Mountain City.
"Mr. Chen, you're here?" Secretary Zhuo Qun's voice came from the entrance. At the sound of it, both Elder Xunn and Old Master Xuu, who were inside, reacted. Their expressions changed subtly, and a gleam of insight flashed in their eyes.
He's here? Hearing Secretary Zhuo Qun's voice, the old man's grandson, Xuu Ji, couldn't restrain his impulse. He muttered to himself before getting up to welcome them. But just as he was about to push the door open, someone else beat him to it.
With a respectful expression, Secretary Zhuo Qun pushed open the teahouse door. He was followed closely by a young man, no older than twenty-five or twenty-six, who strolled in under his escort, causing Xuu Ji's expression to freeze in shock.
"You are Chen Fei, Mr. Chen?" Even though he had mentally prepared himself, Xuu Ji was still taken aback by how young Chen Fei was.
