Instructor Wen showed no sign of having waited for a long time. He went up to greet him, smiling. "Mr. Zhuan."
The tall, thin man nodded at him, then looked toward Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan clasped his fist in his palm in a salute. "Mr. Zhuan."
Mr. Zhuan glanced at him, set down the briefcase in his hand, and quickly opened it. He then took out a black mask from inside and put it on.
The moment he put it on, his entire demeanor changed instantly. It was as if he had become much more outgoing in a flash.
He looked at Chen Chuan and began to speak. "I am Zhuanliang. You must be Manager Chen. Hello. After receiving Instructor Wen's telegram, the sect assigned me to be your recommender and assessor."
His voice was surprisingly pleasant, with a slightly magnetic quality.
He now sounded somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry to have kept you two waiting. I was delayed on my way here. My sincerest apologies."
