Waiting for the destined one... Outside the soup and pancake stall, Zhao Douan squinted his eyes.
Through the steaming bowl on the table and the misty white vapor, he carefully examined this uninvited guest.
He was certain he had never seen him before.
An instinct from within his body reminded him that the old man before him was no simple figure, yet he felt no malice.
"May I ask for your esteemed name?" asked Zhao Douan.
He understood that the Capital was filled with experts, and the temple and court were just a corner of this world.
Zhang Yan Yi shook his head with a smile:
"I am but an obscure official within the Heavenly Master Mansion, nothing more."
The Heavenly Master Mansion!
Zhao Douan was taken aback, was this mysterious and secretive old man a Magician from the Heavenly Master Mansion?
As for the words "loose official," he had also heard of them.
Within the Heavenly Master Mansion, priests were divided into two kinds:
