Ren Feifan had barely set foot in the Beiyang Tea House when Qiu Hansheng, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, came from inside, his face brimming with respect and excitement:
"Sir, you are finally here! Come, come, let's go to a private room. I have loads of good news waiting for you! I was hoping you would be happy and help me cure the poison."
Ren Feifan smiled slightly and looked at Qiu Hansheng with a meaningful glance, saying, "Oh? Is that so?"
This comment made Qiu Hansheng stagger suddenly, his body stiffened a bit, as if the tone suggested suspicion toward him, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Of course, Sir! Isn't this your recognition of me?"
Qiu Hansheng led Ren Feifan to a private room.
Along the way, Ren Feifan saw a few individual patrons in the tea house, listlessly sipping their tea.
They didn't show a ripple of cultivation, but their gazes at him were somewhat odd.
The smile on Ren Feifan's face grew broader.
Concealing their aura?
