"That's more like it."
Zhao Qing reached the gates of the courtyard, preparing to drive to the supermarket in the town, when two figures approached.
One was cloaked in black, their face hidden, the other a wizened old man with snowy white hair and a matching beard.
The black-cloaked figure's eyes, cold and forbidding under his hood, were impossible to meet, while the elderly man seemed the very picture of elegance and firm progression; his graceful stride and youthful complexion beneath the silver hair suggested a certain immortality.
Sensing that these were no ordinary men, Zhao Qing courteously stepped forward to inquire. "May I ask whom you are looking for?"
Huai Nanzi remained silent, but the man in black gave Zhao Qing a chilling look, asking, "Is Xiao Qiang here with you?"
