At the entrance stood an old man in a Tang suit. He had a square face and a unibrow, exuding an imposing aura without a hint of anger. To Zhao Dong's shock, he couldn't gauge the man's depth at all!
Zhao Dong clenched his fists tightly, his gaze wary.
"Zhao Dong, is it?" the old man asked with a faint smile, his powerful aura diminishing slightly.
"How do you know my name?" Zhao Dong's gaze grew even more guarded.
I'm absolutely certain I've never met this old man before! And the fact that he hasn't made a move against me proves he isn't one of Hong Wu's men.
"How I know your name isn't important," the old man said. "What's important is that I have a way to save this woman."
"You... Are you serious!?"
Zhao Dong stared at the old man, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. A moment later, he narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Senior, please forgive my earlier offense. I beg you to save Yafei. Whatever the cost, I will accept it!"
