"Of course not, please go ahead."
The elder released the broom and pointed deep into the attic.
Liang Hui did not hesitate, striding forward and soon arrived at the door of a secret chamber.
Creak!
The door opened, revealing a simple interior.
A middle-aged man with a round face was sitting behind a stone table, sipping tea.
Upon hearing the door open, he immediately put down his teacup and gestured to the chair in front of him, saying,
"Please, take a seat."
The young man stepped forward and sat down without ceremony.
Seeing Liang Hui seated, the middle-aged man poured him a cup of tea.
"I don't know if you're here to buy information, calculate someone's fate, or something else."
"I would like the Heavenly Secret Pavilion to convey a piece of information for me."
"To whom?" The middle-aged man's face showed a trace of interest.
"To the Fourteen States under heaven!"
"The world?"
Instantly, the middle-aged man's eyes filled with gravity.
