Breaking the Cocoon

The compartments of the four carriages were exceedingly spacious.

They were like elegant chambers.

The master of the elegant chamber was very handsome, especially his sharp eyes, like those of a goshawk.

When he fixed his gaze on someone, it did not feel as though he were being seen, but as though a goshawk's talons had pierced flesh and blood. Such piercing eyes generally belonged to those who held positions of judgment and slaughter. He truly was a judicial cultivator by nature.

Zhong Han gently rubbed the corner of his eye. His old habit had acted up again.

This man was not a criminal, so why had he habitually used the Witnessing Art?

What surprised him was that this man looked perfectly composed, without the slightest hint of nervousness or unease.

If not for the fact that the person sitting before him was only at Qi Refinement and appeared rather young, he would have taken him for a hidden expert.

Beneath the black robe was a face sculpted like marble.

Ghost cultivator?

As Zhong Han pondered, he waved a hand. He did not care about such things. As long as the man's registered origin and everything else were in order, that was enough.

Even if his registered origin and background were not in order, so long as the other party was willing to work under him, he would complete all the necessary formalities for him, lest any loopholes appear later.

Zhong Songtang's foolish son? Tu Shan Jun thought to himself.

Zhong Han was no fool.

There was no lack of mockery from the Old Devil in that thought.

He was merely somewhat puzzled. Could it be that Zhong Songtang had already uncovered the problem?

By all reason, that should have been impossible.

Lu Jing had said nothing. Later, Tu Shan