When Zhou Qing stepped into the gates of Duobao Trading House, even before the attendant could announce his presence, Elder Mo Tianheng's hearty laughter reverberated in his mind.
"Young friend, it's as if we truly have a spiritual connection! I was just about to seek you, and here you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Tianheng, full of joy, greeted him, but fatigue was evident between his brows.
"Greetings, Elder Mo," Zhou Qing respectfully saluted, his gaze dwelling briefly on the other's somewhat weary appearance, feeling a touch of emotion for a moment.
Mo Tianheng nodded with a smile and turned his gaze toward Lu Yaoyao, taking a few more glances at her frost-like silver hair.
This inadvertently reminded him of the woman he encountered on his way back.
"Junior Lu Yaoyao, a disciple of Zhou Qing senior, pays respects to the elder!" Lu Yaoyao politely saluted.
