Obviously, he didn't know Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.
Fang Qingyu paused in his steps, his eyes like melted gold calmly meeting the other's sharp gaze, without any evasion or hostility, he simply said in a deep voice, "Hello, I'm here to support you. Are you okay?"
"Support?" The unfamiliar Grandmaster frowned, the vigilance in his eyes not reducing at all, his heavy sword still steadily pointing at Fang Qingyu, his voice cold and hard, "Proof of your identity."
Fang Qingyu didn't waste words, reaching directly into his chest.
He took out the support document of the special squad with their steel seal, his wrist flicked, sending the document shooting towards the other like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
"Catch!"
The unfamiliar Grandmaster's eyes were like lightning, his left hand shot out like lightning, accurately catching the flying document.
He didn't immediately check it but still pointed the heavy sword at Fang Qingyu, while quickly glancing at the document in his hand.
