The building of Duke of Zhou was near, and Cao Cao was still in the building.
Just as Xia Pingan was about to approach the building, a sharp and judgmental gaze was cast from the window of the teahouse at the corner of the street near the building, and it fell directly on Xia Pingan.
An elegant old man in a light yellow long robe, who looked like a teacher, was drinking tea in the teahouse. His eyes were like a sieve, examining every person passing by the street outside the building of great Zhou.
