Footsteps sounded behind him. Fran turned around and immediately saw Wen Yu striding toward him.
"Yo, old man, you're looking pretty good…"
Over the past five years, Fran had continued to serve as the liaison between the military and Wen Yu, so the two were already as familiar as could be. Add in Old Man Fran's personal charisma, and Wen Yu's impression of him was quite favorable.
Fran just smiled, then stopped paying attention to the skill scroll production line ahead and followed Wen Yu into a nearby reception room.
Mountain Kui's carbon copy had already brewed the tea. Fran sat on the sofa, looking at Wen Yu, who was noticeably more mature and steady than five years ago. His gaze was deep, his thoughts unknown.
Until Wen Yu spoke.
"This time you're here, mm, I assume you've brought some good news?"
