The selection process at the Zhu family ended swiftly following the conclusion of Zhu Bufan's final test.
In a luxurious living room, a brass furnace radiated warmth, emitting a bubbling noise as steam rose from the kettle resting on top.
Beside it, Zhu Yuheng lay comfortably on a fur-covered bamboo chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. It was unclear what kind of tea it was, but a refreshing delicate fragrance pervaded the entire room.
Facing Zhu Yuheng sat two brawny men.
Both of the muscular men appeared to be in their early thirties. The one on the left had a long scar on his cheek, twisted and turned outwards, resembling a fierce centipede exuding a sinister blood-red color.
The man on the right had an even more distinct feature; his shiny bald head was utterly hairless and reflected faint rays of light in the glow of the furnace.
