The scent of tea, pervading the pavilion.
The man still sat inside, his back to Lin Fengyun, as if he had never regarded Lin Fengyun as a significant presence.
After all, presenting one's back to an enemy was an extremely dangerous act.
Unless that person was very confident.
He was tall and stature, and though he sat, one could tell his height must be around one meter ninety.
His body was wrapped in clothing, not particularly muscular; instead, somewhat lean.
He looked very ordinary.
If seen in a crowd, he might only be labeled "the tall fool."
There was not the slightest hint of a king's aura about him.
Because he had concealed it all.
"Speak, I only want to know who Liu Hong is, is that question so difficult for you?"
The person continued to speak.
Lin Fengyun's entire demeanor suddenly shrank.
The other party clearly hadn't done anything, but seemed to be without flaws.
Lin Fengyun had to admit, this man was too frightening.
