"You're looking more and more like a master, reminds me of Zhou Yi," Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but say.
Zhang Fan remained silent, just staring at the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal and the Black Iron Plate in front of him.
"What are you looking at?"
"Old Ge, do you think we can fuse this Black Iron Plate into the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal?" Zhang Fan pondered.
The room was silent, Ge Shuangxiu's eyes widened, staring intently at Zhang Fan and then at the Black Iron Plate.
"Are you crazy? I've already told you, don't mess around before figuring out what kind of... treasure this is."
"Right now, you should be thinking about when Chen Dragon will arrive."
"How would I know? I'm not his father," Zhang Fan glanced sideways.
"Maybe soon, or maybe she won't come at all, who knows?"
Zhang Fan shook his head, looking out at the lake scenery through the window.
…
At this very moment, in Qin Ancient Town.
South Suburban Cemetery.
