Having completed these tasks, he once again prostrated himself on the ground and sneaked a glance toward Kong Hui, who was sitting upright in the Taishi Chair.
Under the glow of the candlelight, this "Mr. Lan Du" appeared admirable in his green robes, with fingers as long and jade-like as those of a Hanlin lecturer in the Imperial College, holding a teacup. However, the hairs on the back of Wang She's neck stood on end, as if he were a field mouse being stalked by a venomous snake.
He felt anxious in his heart and offered a smile, saying, "Immortal Master, I've heard that Brother Yu has fallen into the hands of the Captain Bureau. I wonder..."
"He can't talk."
Kong Hui poured himself a cup of tea, "What's the matter with that Zhang Tiankui just now?"
