Zheng Nianru's puzzled gaze shifted, and under Qi Jin's lead, the men had already reached the Inner Hall.
The man at the forefront was gaunt, exceptionally so, his face bony and fleshless, but he still managed to look not too unattractive by sheer force of his features. The man was no longer young, over forty, with pale skin and thick eyelashes.
"Master—" the man knelt down, his tone certain, but his expression remained unchanged, distant and unfamiliar, as if stating a fact.
Zheng Congyuan clearly sensed that Zheng Nianru did not recognize them and instinctively hid behind him. If these people had not indeed rescued him just now, Zheng Congyuan would certainly believe that they had arrived with a purpose.
Moreover, when these people saw him just now, they did not kneel, looking proud and even more distant, but now they knelt down properly in front of Zheng Nianru.
Although this did not explain everything, it at least suggested that some of what these people said might be true.
