But now, interpreting Song Ziwen's words, it seemed that the climate abnormalities in Jinling City really had something to do with this old Taoist.
A Jianghu swindler couldn't possibly have concocted such an incredibly elaborate lie more than two months ago to gain Song Ziwen's trust and get him to sell off all of Jinling City's winter supplies.
Shu Guan walked up to the last man, but just then, he suddenly slipped, and the bowl of wontons he was holding fell to the ground.
The sound of the porcelain bowl shattering caused everyone in the room to finally turn and look at him.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away,"
Shu Guan said to Song Ziwen, bowing repeatedly with a look of panic on his face.
Song Ziwen seemed to be in a good mood at the moment and didn't scold Shu Guan. He simply waved his hand, telling him to clean up quickly.
