There was a wooden house within the valley.
There was a window at the top of the wooden house.
Through the window, Jiang Feng could see a white-haired old man sitting by his desk, taking a sip of his wine and enjoying the already prepared dishes.
He knocked on the door out of politeness.
"Come in. No need to be so polite with me."
Jiang Feng shrugged and pushed the door to enter the place.
After he had entered the wooden house, he then glanced at the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man was indeed Huang Zhong.
There was a plain wooden bow next to him, and there was no arrow.
"I hope I'm not interrupting you having your meal?" Because there was only one stool, there was no place for him to sit. Therefore, he merely stood aside and gave him a polite smile.
Huang Zhong drank a mouthful of broth and then glanced at Jiang Feng. "Where are the corpses of the Vortex Dragons?"
