"Who are you?"
Zhang Yuan stopped in his tracks, looking quizzically at the Daoist who blocked his path.
This Daoist was short in stature, but robust and full-faced with a reddish glow. His appearance was somewhat unattractive, and a conspicuous mole at the corner of his mouth had two black hairs growing from it.
Zhang Yuan had no impression of this person, surely he had never met him before.
"I am Xuan Xin."
The short and stout Daoist replied with a hint of dignity, bowing slightly, "I currently serve as the Inner Hall Steward."
Inner Hall Steward?
Zhang Yuan returned the gesture calmly, "So it's Steward Xuan Xin, may I ask what business you have?"
To be honest, his first impression of this fellow was not good.
Especially as there was a hint of smugness and greed hidden in the other's eyes.
Although this Inner Hall Steward managed to disguise it well, Zhang Yuan's sharp intuition could see through it!
"It's like this..."
