The person everyone's eyes were on, Du Jun, never imagined that one day he, an old hand, would feel nervous because of people's gazes.
Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure and began carefully examining the small flag.
Even though the magic artifact was damaged, its quality remained, and it wouldn't deteriorate with just a few strokes.
After cleaning the dirt off it for a while, Du Jun finally recognized the small flag.
"I've indeed seen this before. That was two years ago. Licheng isn't a big place, so any proper Xuanmen people who come here won't hide their presence.
The owner of this small flag is called Zheng Guofeng. I don't know his exact background, just that he's from the Southwest and quite skillful."
Others received Zheng Guofeng then, and Du Jun just caught a glimpse, not paying much attention.
Ah, if he had known they would have such a connection one day, he would have investigated Zheng Guofeng's background thoroughly.
