"Indeed, just as you predicted, the Iron Gall Divine Constable suddenly left the Forbidden City at this time. What on earth is it for? As the manor owner of Hulong Manor, he should not have left so suddenly."
Inside the Cloud Inn, Lu Xiaofeng frowned as he stood in front of Jiang Dali, his mind full of questions.
If it had been before, even with so many questions, he wouldn't have spoken them aloud.
But now he was willing to express them in front of Jiang Dali.
Because he believed that his friend's mind was even sharper than his own—often guessing events before they happened as if his insight into and perceptual abilities regarding matters were stronger—so often, he was willing to listen to the opinions of such a smart friend.
