In Yunzhou.
Inside a private room of a tavern in a mundane city.
Zhang Han had ordered a tableful of commonplace wine and dishes, leisurely savoring them, reminiscing about the days when he was considered useless.
From time to time, his face showed a hint of sentimentality.
Of course, sentimentality was one thing.
But when Zhang Han saw the figure opposite him, frenziedly eating and drinking, he couldn't help but show an expression of helplessness.
"I'm not trying to be mean, but if you're going to follow me, can you not scrounge off my meals?"
"This common food is of no use to you anyway."
Zhang Han said helplessly.
The one sitting opposite him was none other than the Ninety-Seventh Son of the Dragon Monarch, Ao Yu.
A few days ago, this guy suddenly showed up before him, begging to be taken in, saying his father, the Dragon Monarch, wanted to chop his head off.
Asking Zhang Han to shelter him.
In a moment of bewilderment, Zhang Han more or less took him in reluctantly.
