"Someone surnamed Zhang, given name Fei, courtesy name Yide. What business does the young lady have with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Lan couldn't help freezing up. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. She'd only casually made up an excuse—how could she have expected to run straight into the very person she'd named?
What was more, the Zhang Fei in her mind was a battlefield general with a leopard's head and ringed eyes, whose voice boomed like thunder. He bore absolutely no resemblance to the man before her.
But on second thought, compared to the strength of an eighth-tier expert, appearance hardly mattered. She immediately stopped hiding behind pretenses, revealed her true face, clasped her hands, and said:
"I am Shi Lan. I have long admired the name of Zhang Yide of Zhuo Commandery. I heard you enjoy making friends with heroes across the land, so I came to pay my respects."
She had already given that excuse. All Shi Lan could do now was roll with it.
"What a beautiful young lady."
Zhang Fei's eyes brightened slightly when he saw Shi Lan's true face. Then he shook his head.
"Since you've come, you should have come openly. Why skulk about in secret? I thought you were some petty scoundrel from the Way of Great Peace."
The Way of Great Peace?
The Yellow Turban Rebellion?
Zhang Jiao?
At that name, several key details flashed through Shi Lan's mind. Judging by Zhang Fei's strength, the Zhang Jiao of this world really might have possessed the ability to summon wind and rain, with power as mysterious as ghosts and gods. Before she could ask about it, a loud shout suddenly rang out from beyond the door.
"Father!"
A figure flashed past Shi Lan and bounded