Lu Yi's disguised voice slipped into Zhang Chuan's ear, playful and teasing. "Haha, no need to be so tense."
"I've got something to discuss with you—something that concerns the Zhang Clan's very survival. Interested?"
He paused before adding casually, "If not, I'll just head over to the Qiu Clan instead."
Zhang Chuan's face sank. His first suspicion was that the Yang Clan had sent someone to test him.
He flared his divine sense, spreading it across the city. Before long, it locked onto Lu Yi, standing a short distance from the mansion, looking like nothing more than an ordinary passerby.
Normally, with the Zhang Clan's prestige, no one in Roaring River Martial City would dare linger so close to their mansion.
That was why Lu Yi's presence immediately drew Zhang Chuan's eye.
"Who I am doesn't matter," Lu Yi's words echoed in his ear.
"What matters is this—I need spirit jades, and I happen to have something your Zhang Clan desperately needs."
