Soon after Zu An left the room, someone standing in the distance turned around and walked toward him, saying, “I greet Sir Zu. I am Gong Pan. The madam has said that you have something to ask me.”

“Sir Gong is too polite. There were just some things I wanted to ask about.” Zu An carefully examined the middle-aged man in front of him. He had a strong and sturdy build, and his gaze was steady. Zu An could tell that his cultivation was definitely not low. He had thick brows and big eyes, and the first impression he gave Zu An was that of an experienced and knowledgeable person. There was also a knotted scar by his neck, making him look tough.

Gong Pan subconsciously rubbed his scar when he noticed that Zu An was looking at it. He explained, “I got this back when I fought against a fiend race expert. If this wound had been even half an inch lower, I wouldn’t be in this world right now.”

“Sorry.” Zu An felt a bit apologetic. After all, staring at that wound really wasn’t too polite.

“It’s fine.” Gong Pan had an open-minded smile on his face. “Those who meet me for the first time often look there. This isn’t a disgrace...