The moment the name left the other man's mouth.
Butcher Zhang froze, his mind still a little foggy.
As he gradually came to his senses, terror quickly shrouded his bearded face.
Much like Lin Baiwei.
In the martial world, this was a name that existed only in rumors.
A pair of bare palms that could subdue mountains and rivers; the demons slain at his feet were enough to pile up into a mountain of flesh. The Commander-in-Chief of Qing Prefecture had taken him under his wing as a personal disciple, and he had learned peerless arts.
So...
A figure like that had actually come calling with nothing but a few oranges.
Butcher Zhang was confident, but he didn't think the other man had come looking for him. Awkwardly, he said, "Reporting to you, sir, I'm only staying here temporarily. The owner of the house has gone out."
"Where did he go?" Fang Heng asked, forcing down his agitation.
"He..." Butcher Zhang smacked his lips and pointed toward the courtyard gate. "There. He's back with food."
Fang Heng turned to look.
A handsome young man in an ink-colored robe walked into the courtyard, Ink Blade at his waist and two food boxes in hand.
He was completely uninjured. His eyes were clear and deep, and the cloud patterns on his sleeve had unmistakably changed to two lines.
"Sir Shen, someone's here to see you!"
Butcher Zhang suddenly shouted. Whether the visitor had come to pay a call or cause trouble, the other man at least deserved a moment to prepare.
Though, he probably wasn't here to cause trouble...
If he was, Butcher Zhang would likely be lying here by the end of the day.
Shen Yi paused slightly.
He had sensed Fang Heng's presence long ago. He simply hadn't expected him