An Zai Fang, Blind Old Wu.
Ministry of Punishment dispatch.
Wuxin.
Several terms swiftly flashed through Wang Anfeng's mind, and coming to his senses, he said to wait a moment. Then he got up and paced to the door, opening it to find a young man standing there respectfully. However, it wasn't the steward he had expected.
Wang Anfeng's gaze swept over, and he smiled gently, stepping aside to let the youth into the guest room. He had some impression of this youth; it was the same person who had served him tea the second time he had visited Blind Old Wu, so he must indeed be one of Old Wu's people.
The youth walked in cautiously. Wang Anfeng closed the door and turned around, scrutinizing him.
In his memory, this young man had seemed quite scared by "Yan Ling" that day, trembling as he walked. Now, however, he appeared more composed. He was dressed tidily in a dark blue outfit, covering up his previously exposed tattoos.
