Qi Han calmly answered, "I'm just someone who delivers letters, and I've never crossed paths with you before, although I did see you a few times in the years I've been in Xi Ling City. I didn't expect you to remember me."
Many people had met Jian Fengchi—who was known as the hegemon of Xi Ling—before. Even if they hadn't seen him in person, they had surely heard rumors about him. Everyone knew that his ice-blue eyes were the symbol of Dragon Teeth Mountain's Jian family.
Jian Fengchi smiled with narrowed eyes. "That's not what I meant though."
"Forgive me for my stupidity, but I don't exactly understand what you mean by this. Please enlighten me, Young Master Jian." Although Qi Han already had a vague answer inside his heart, he didn't show any sign of panic and kept his calm and composure. However, this was only to be expected. As a member of the Thirteen Yue Guard, he would be deemed too useless if he couldn't even do such a simple thing.
