"What's wrong? What happened?"
Han Zhao was halfway through his conversation with Lian Chengxue when he heard the huge commotion in the backyard. The restaurant owner and the guests who lived nearby rushed over.
"I'm sorry, I was cultivating in my room just now and accidentally destroyed your shop's room. Please calculate how much it is. I'll compensate you according to the price."
Han Zhao walked into the courtyard and cupped his fists at the old man in front of him who was wearing a felt hat and dressed like an official.
"Greetings, guest. It's good that no one is injured." The shopkeeper saw that Han Zhao looked extraordinary and did not fuss about it.
"Han Zhao?!"
"Which Han Zhao?"
"Which other Han Zhao do you think is fifth on the Qilin Ranking?!"
Among the guests in the restaurant, someone recognized Han Zhao and exclaimed.
"I didn't expect Young Master Han to live here too!"
