"Zhao Xueyuan?"
His two companions gleaned something from the structure of the name and, with a look of caution, stepped back a step and a half, keeping their distance from "Zhang Xueyuan."
Crimson Mountain sniffed loudly, pacing around with an air of superiority, looking down upon them.
Liang Qu looked up at the moon, his thoughts gradually connecting.
"Zhao Xueyuan, Third Young Master of Zhao Family... since leaving Huaiyin, have you been well? Zheng Xiang, is Steward Zheng doing well? And the Zhao Family, how is Old Master Zhao?"
Two names emerged in succession.
"Zhang Xueyuan's" Adam's apple moved, and his pores constricted all over his body.
"My lord, you've mistaken..."
Liang Qu pointed his horsewhip obliquely and looked around.
