The nameless pawn— The four words spoken by Zhuang Haoyun left the four Daoists in unison bafflement.
Although everyone from the Maoshan Sect was extremely dissatisfied with this man, they were well aware that such a figure was an explosive presence in society—his family was wealthy to the point of being considered tycoons, there were officials in his clan, and his grandfather was even a founding general.
Even if one were to talk about cultivation, there had been impressive figures among his ancestors.
They had never imagined Zhuang Haoyun would be so humble towards anyone.
The four Daoists scrutinized Yang Yuxin closely, their minds racing with speculation as to who this woman could possibly be.
Director Yang, however, had no intention of showing off. She silently stepped back two paces, "Master Feng, please proceed with your work first."
"It's alright, I'm almost finished," Feng Jun stood up, put the Ancestral Tablet back in its place, and clasped his briefcase shut.
