After Chen Yu saw Shen Han arrive, he immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to him. Although this was the first time Chen’s wife had seen Shen Han, she immediately and earnestly stood behind her husband to bow as well. She watched this mysterious man who had braved the wind and snow with deep sincerity and a hint of curiosity.
He was dressed plainly, wearing a conical bamboo hat and a mask, with no weapons visible on his person. He appeared quite easygoing. But was he truly easygoing? Was he someone you could just bump into on the side of the road? Absolutely not. A commoner on the side of the road might look similar to this mysterious man on the surface, but there was one thing that set the two worlds apart: composure. It was a profound, immense composure—the kind that would remain unshaken even if Mount Tai were to crumble before him. It was as if the sky itself could fall, and he would not even blink. To anyone with even a modicum of experience, such exaggerated composure was a classic temperament found only in the most formidable figures. For such people, even the greatest dangers and obstacles were nothing more than a bit of wind and frost to be brushed aside.
Under the respectful gazes of the couple, Shen Han walked in, carrying a money bag.
Chapter 17