Listening to the old man's laughter, Zhao Yan felt a chill crawl up his spine. The sound seemed to carry the gloomy aura of the netherworld, making it thoroughly unpleasant to the ear.
Cáo Wénshān was still trapped in his dream, anger pent up in his chest. Now, the look he gave Zhao Yan carried a few extra layers of wariness.
The two were strangers, and Zhao Yan had no desire to offer lengthy explanations. Besides, a clear conscience fears no false accusations. "Steward Cao, please come in. Your master is awake." Zhao Yan called out directly for help.
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