Meng Qi's heart beat faster as he unconsciously exhaled, seemingly having grasped something.
The silver-haired old man smiled and changed the topic. "Young man, were you feeling somewhat frustrated earlier?"
He stared at Meng Qi squarely as if even a chat required his full attention.
It was only now that Meng Qi saw the old man's appearance clearly. He was fooled by the man's silver hair, but he wasn't actually that old. He was close to 50s, with a few wrinkles lining his face. Though his features were ordinary, his sense of concentration gave him a charming side.
"Yes." Meng Qi suppressed his excitement after getting a hint. He chatted with the old man as if he was talking to an elderly family member. "I've run into trouble in Maoling."
He became humble as a sign of respect to the old man.
