Zhang Xiaofan looked at the man who was approaching. He was of average height, with ordinary looks and emitted no sense of strength from his body.
In other words, he was not a Martial Artist, let alone a cultivator.
However, with his keen eyes that could discern the finest details, Zhang Xiaofan noticed something very strange about the man.
This confirmed that the man was not as simple as he appeared to be on the surface.
"You are Zhang Xiaofan?"
After the man came over, he asked.
"You are the reason Liu Honglin is so confident, aren't you?"
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently.
"Perhaps, but today I'm here to bring you a big gift."
"Are you from the Liu Family?"
"What do you think?"
"Then are you from the Qi Men Gong?"
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan mention Qi Men Gong, the man's expression paused slightly.
And it was this micro-expression that Zhang Xiaofan caught.
"So, I didn't guess wrong."
"Do you think you are very smart?"
