Not long after.
Led by two gang members, Fang Han calmly entered the reception hall in the Inner Court of Four Waters Hall.
Several guards stood in the courtyard, each with a shortsword at his waist and a fierce look in his eyes.
When Fang Han approached, their gazes all fell upon him.
The reception hall was brightly lit.
A round redwood table was laden with food and wine, its fragrance filling the air.
A man sat in the seat of honor. It was Jiang Chong.
His fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, producing a rhythmic sound.
Seeing Fang Han arrive alone, looking perfectly composed without the slightest trace of nerves or fear,
Jiang Chong's eyes flashed with surprise.
Such calmness only made him more certain that a master stood behind Fang Han, perhaps even a Dark Strength expert!
Otherwise, where would a poor boy from Mud Bay Alley get such confidence? How could he be so fearless?
Jiang Chong's thoughts raced, but his face was full of smiles.
He immediately rose to greet him, clasping his fists as he exchanged pleasantries.
"Brother Fang, your presence graces this humble place! Come, come, please sit. Please sit!"
Fang Han responded calmly, returning the salute without being either servile or overbearing.
He neither acknowledged nor denied Jiang Chong's flattery, merely nodding slightly before sitting down with him.
Jiang Chong urged Fang Han to drink and eat, telling him not to stand on ceremony. His tone was as warm as if he were hosting an old friend he had not seen for years.
He personally lifted the wine jug and filled the cup before Fang Han.
Fang Han did not touch the chopsticks, nor did he even touch the wine cup.
His calm gaze rested on Jiang Chong as he got straight to the