This time, they were at a restaurant on Jingyang Street.
"Sir Ren, we, the Zhang family, have arrived. The contest can start any time." Zhang Junzheng cupped his hands.
"In two days then. What do you want to compete in?" Ren Baqian was fiddling with a small box. He inhaled from it with his mouth and blew out a mist that had a fruity fragrance that actually covered his face. It was as if a mythical creature was swallowing clouds and blowing out fog.
This made Zhang Junzheng and the others affix their eyes on the box that Ren Baqian was holding.
"Sir Ren, may I ask what this is?" Zhang Junzheng couldn't hold in his curiosity and asked.
