"It's not that I'm overthinking."
The thief's eyes held a speculative smile, and today he hadn't been dismissed by Zhang Feng with just a word,
"Old man, you always say it's a reunion after fifty years, but there has to be a deadline.
Whether it's a day, three hundred days, or some month..."
He looked at Zhang Feng, mustered the courage, and asked the questions he hadn't dared to ask in recent days,
"Since it's an invitation, your close friend shouldn't keep you waiting here for a whole year.
That's not respectful.
As far as I know, the members of the Profound Cloud Sect value both loyalty and etiquette.
Old man... isn't your explanation flawed?"
"What?" Zhang Feng stood up, holding onto the wall beside him, "You don't believe me?"
"How dare I." The thief, noticing Zhang Feng's somewhat angry demeanor, felt a bit of indignant disbelief but also became slightly more convinced.
Then he recalled that Zhang Feng was a good actor.
