The massive wooden doors of the warehouse were tightly shut. Standing before them was a young man clad in a cyan robe, carrying a bundle on his back and wearing a round cap. His skin was unnaturally pale, his eyes as cunning as a fox's, and his oval face carried the quiet, scholarly air typical of a scholar.
Ruan Dibao slowly approached on horseback, creating a striking contrast between the two: one tall, imposing, and mighty; the other short, slender, and frail; one fully armored, while the other appeared refined and scholarly.
"Hey! Who are you?" Ruan Dibao demanded in a loud voice. "Do you have anything to do with Yan Yanlin?"
Chapter 907