Shang Cangyun raised his eyes and glanced at Chu Zheng, seeing an elder with a peaceful aura and kindly countenance, who respectfully stood up and bowed:
"Senior."
He couldn't discern the depth of Chu Zheng's abilities, and given his appearance, addressing him as senior was only appropriate.
Chu Zheng accepted the salute, gently sat down, smiled kindly like a concerned elder, and softly asked:
"Young friend, what troubles you?"
Shang Cangyun glanced at the noisy environment around them, hesitated slightly, feeling it inappropriate to discuss matters here, and clasped his hands in respect:
"Senior, may I speak with you privately?"
With those words, he turned and ascended to the second floor, entering an elegant room.
The elegant room was quiet. After activating a soundproof array, Shang Cangyun finally shed his public facade, his expression falling, showing a trace of frustration, and began to lament to the unfamiliar elder before him:
