Zhang Yan contemplated briefly. Although Huang Shouhe certainly wouldn't dare replace the lower-grade Cave Mansion with another to deceive him, the ease with which Huang handed over a Blessed Land surely had reasons unknown to him. Still, he chose not to delve too deeply. Cultivation was never a smooth road; a few twists and turns were nothing to fret about.
After Zhang Yan bid farewell and left, Huang Shouhe let out a few mocking laughs, with a face full of smugness as he headed to the rear hall. Yet there, he saw an old Daoist walking toward him. Startled, Huang immediately composed himself and offered a respectful bow, saying, "Junior Master Wu."
The elderly Daoist was none other than Wu Yu, the Pavilion Master of Yue Tian Pavilion. Upon seeing Huang Shouhe, he lightly nodded and asked, "That one by the name of Zhang Yan came today?"
"Yes, he came."
"Hmm, which grade of Cave Mansion did you assign him?"
