Indeed, it was just over ten seconds when Qin Fang heard a faint sound of footsteps, and then the door of the room was opened from the inside, revealing an ordinary, resolute face.
Without a doubt, this man was Qin Fang's assassination target—Yan Kuan.
Finally meeting Yan Kuan in person, Qin Fang's heart inexplicably surged with excitement. Although he had already seen pictures of Yan Kuan, the reality of facing him made it hard for Qin Fang to contain himself.
"Fu Ming, you're back..."
Yan Kuan was around fifty years old, well-preserved, and looked quite young. Moreover, because of practicing martial arts, he appeared quite robust, which exerted no small amount of pressure.
Given such intensity of pressure, Qin Fang was aware that Yan Kuan's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. Even Su Yang was clearly no match for Yan Kuan, and the gap between them was quite significant.
