A young man?
Wearing a mask, unable to see his appearance?
Zhao Tianjue's expression was subtle as he waved his hand, "You go ahead."
After the messenger left, Zhao Tianjue's gaze fell once more on the jade slip in his hand.
A burly middle-aged man emerged from the rear encampment, greeting, "Tianjue, what's the matter?"
Zhao Tianjue turned back, hesitating slightly, "Someone has arranged to meet me to discuss some personal matters."
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Need any help?"
Zhao Tianjue shook his head, smiling, "I don't think so."
"Are you going alone?"
The middle-aged man casually tossed over a token, "If you need assistance, contact me."
Zhao Tianjue did not refuse the token, smiling, "Thanks."
The middle-aged man laughed, "No need to be so polite between brothers."
Zhao Tianjue watched the middle-aged man's departing figure with slight hesitation but ultimately said nothing.
