A short while later, Fang Yuan sat waiting in a quiet reception room.
The chamber was small, its air thick with incense, the faint hum of spiritual energy lingering in the silence.
A teapot steamed gently at his side.
The door slid open and a youth entered with a bright smile plastered on his face.
Fang Yuan lifted his cup and took a slow sip, his gaze cool and measuring.
The youth's aura flickered into view under his perception.
Qi Transformation Realm… Fang Yuan mused. Impressive for someone his age.
Setting the cup down, he spoke in a rough, steady tone. "What brings you here?"
The youth bowed respectfully. "Clan Head Fang, I am glad we could meet again."
"Oh, where are my manners." Cheng Bo removed his hat with a flourish, his smile never faltering. "My name is Cheng Bo, a humble artifact trader from Crimson City."
Fang Yuan gave a faint nod and gestured for him to sit.
Cheng Bo settled into the chair opposite, while Fang Yuan calmly sipped his tea.
