"Please, come in!"
Xu Lei didn't know why the old matriarch of the Zhao Family was acting this way.
'Perhaps she's acting this way because she met a True Monk with Magical Power in her youth?'
'Or maybe she feels the Zhao Family has accumulated too much negative karma from generations of military service and bloodshed, so she's performing good deeds to build up karmic merit and pray for her descendants?'
He wasn't sure.
But there was no need to dwell on it.
Xu Lei simply wanted to use the old matriarch to get a meeting with Grand Marshal Zhao.
After all, he was a dignified Grand Marshal, a trusted subordinate of the Grand General.
Under normal circumstances, he wasn't an easy man to see.
"Greetings, Little Zen Master."
Soon, an old woman leaning on a cane came to greet him.
Although her hair was completely white, her face was covered in wrinkles, and her body was even a little hunched over, she still seemed quite robust.
