"Master, that Zhang Yuwen seems to have some issues," the little boy said mysteriously.
"Oh?" Gao Zhuo opened his eyes, a dangerous look in them.
"The disciple found that he left the capital more than ten years ago and only returned once during these years. No one knows his whereabouts, not even the Zhang Family, but I found out that when Zhang Yuwen was five years old, he seemed to have met a mysterious Taoist while outside, and then followed that Taoist."
"Are you saying that Taoist might be one of us?"
"Yes, and I also heard that Zhang Yuwen presented the Emperor with a millennium ginseng. Although millennium ginseng is not hard to obtain, it is not easy for these mortals."
"Has he made any other moves recently? Has he investigated us?"
