But Baili An, standing behind a palace pillar, saw a familiar figure.
Erhe Zangxin.
He wore a new mask on his face, and the severed scar on his neck was as good as new. Dressed in a purple robe with a dragon belt, he looked both noble and mysterious.
The extraordinarily tall figure stood in a corner of shadow, seemingly waiting with a purpose.
Baili An stopped his steps, his expression unchanged: "Lord Zangxin."
Zangxin stepped out of the shadow, a purple jade pendant swaying at his waist, with lifelike orchid patterns etched on it. It hinted at a subtle sense of elegance in his taste. His voice was warm and mellow, carrying the unique magnetism of a mature man: "Lord Si Chen, may we talk?"
"What business does Lord Zangxin wish to instruct me on?" Baili An calmly placed his hand behind his back, his expression indifferent.
