A middle-aged man walked into the hall, with Zhao Ping following behind.
In addition to them, there were four imposing men, each with a sharp glint in their eyes and bulging foreheads—clearly experts of the Martial Way. Upon their arrival, the four immediately fixed their gazes on Lin Mu and his companions.
The middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Hedong, the owner of Forgotten River Hall and the Patriarch of the Xi Jiang Zhao Clan.
"So it's Patriarch Zhao." Liang Sheng hurriedly stood up and clasped his fists. "Patriarch Zhao, it has been a long time."
With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Zhao Hedong replied, "Yes, it has been a long time indeed."
Sensing the coldness in Zhao Hedong's tone, Liang Sheng felt a sense of foreboding. "Patriarch Zhao, we have come this time to..."
Zhao Hedong interrupted him. "Boss Liang, let's talk about business later. Right now, someone wants to meet you."
"Meet me?" A trace of unease crept into Liang Sheng's heart.
