Inside the tavern, Zhang Fu casually ordered a few tasty dishes, not in a hurry.
Zhang Jian had instructed him that to win over this person was not difficult, requiring just a little patience.
From afar, Zhang Fu saw a young man in green attire, with a resolute face, entering the counter to fetch wine.
He casually took out a few copper coins and handed them to the tavern assistant to get a pot of strong wine.
Just as he left the tavern, a sloppy-looking Daoist equipped with a longsword blocked his way.
"Someone cuts in?"
Zhang Fu first thought of this, but he held his ground and remained calm.
Having often been around Zhang Jian, he had learned many things.
"Esteemed practitioner, this humble Daoist observes your face filled with evil Qi, with blackness condensed between your brows, quite inauspicious, have you perhaps encountered worrisome matters?"
The old Daoist looked at Zhao Qingshan, his eyes carrying a slight smile.
