Zhao Hai sized up the room. It was located on the highest floor of the ship and was also the best room on the ship. It was very large with two bedrooms, a living room, a small tea room, a quiet room, and all other daily necessities. It was very rare.
Zhao Hai was very satisfied with the room. He also knew why Zhang Shuwei was so polite to him. It was because he was a core disciple of the Iron Buddha Temple. With such a status, no one would dare to neglect him no matter where he went. Even a big sect like the ten thousand Buddha Temple would treat him well.
Moreover, it was clear that Zhang Shuwei intended to make friends with him. Although he didn't know what Zhang Shuwei meant, he knew that not everyone could have such a treatment.
Shui Zhi stood at the side and sized up the room. &Quot; &Quot; it seems pretty good. Young master, I'll make you a pot of tea. &Quot;
