The man in the Spiritualist's clothes had an exceptionally handsome face, even more so than some women of peerless beauty, with thin lips, graceful movements, the perfect image of a quiet handsome man.
"Zheng Renhe, Jin Taiyu, Moon Reading Fate, please have some tea." The Spiritualist man lifted his head, a gentle curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
In this quiet room, there were also three other people, precisely Zheng Renhe, Jin Taiyu, and Moon Reading Fate, who had escaped from Duwu Island.
"Pei Yongjun, do the two masters really have no time to see us?" Zheng Renhe asked directly, frowning.
