"Master Han."
Zhuang Wenyao greeted with his hands together, his expression respectful.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with him, Tan Ziping's indifferent expression softened slightly as he immediately followed suit.
"Oh, so this is Master Han? It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time."
With a cocked eyebrow, indulging in self-mockery, Jin Shanshan·Huo Xin greeted casually.
Today, he was dressed in gorgeous clothing.
The material of his clothes seemed to be black silk handwoven from a ten-year-old silkworm.
The outer shirt was adorned with sapphire dust.
Two jade pendants hung from his waist, a pair of brown boots on his feet… Against the morning glow, anyone who wasn't blind could see an avante-garde outline of a person. It accentuated a lavish air while emitting an insouciant charm. To those unfamiliar with him, it was hard to discern his true character.
"Hm? Master Han is here."
