Zhang Yan smiled faintly, his expression calm and composed, and said, "I have not been idle these past days on Bamboo Island. I went out for a brief journey and met with this person."
With a finger dipped in tea from his cup, he drew the branch of an osmanthus flower on the table.
Light flashed in Zhou Chongju's eyes. He extended his sleeve to discreetly wipe away the water mark, and asked, "What did this person say?"
Zhang Yan chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, please lean closer."
Zhou Chongju leaned forward slightly. Zhang Yan's lips moved as though he were whispering something.
After listening, Zhou Chongju's eyes widened. He then sat back in thought. After a long while, he exhaled deeply and said, "If it is truly as you described, then this is indeed worth doing. Moreover, the Sect Leader is an old acquaintance of this person. It is said that this person once assisted the Sect Leader out of peril, so he should not be deceiving you."
