His breathing became heavy and deep. With a thud, even with his strong will, he couldn't withstand the psychological pressure and knelt down on the ground, like a lowly ant.
"Domain...Domain King!"
Zhang Ming's eyes widened, his heart feeling as if it had been violently shaken.
As the know-it-all of Yongning City, it was very important to him to be well-versed in the past and present. He once accidentally obtained an ancient book that contained the deeds of the last domain king of Beihuang City.
It also came with a portrait, which, although old, still had a faint outline that could be discerned.
Can……
Hasn't Han Fei been dead for thousands of years?
Then who is this man who is now standing right in front of him?
Just then, Zhou Mu spoke calmly, "What brings you here, sir?"
As Zhou Mu spoke, Zhang Ming noticed that a young man was sitting on the grand chair, while Han Fei, who shocked him greatly, stood respectfully to the side, seemingly with a hint of submission.
Clearly, Han Fei's high regard for Zhou Mu suggests that this young man is no ordinary person.
Always adept at reading people, he quickly realized what was going on. He smiled and looked at Zhou Mu, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. His face, as weathered as old tree bark, was full of flattery. "My name is Zhang Ming, and I am the owner of this small Nine Star Auction House."
"So it's Pavilion Master Zhang, my apologies for not recognizing you." Zhou Mu also stood up appropriately and bowed, "I am Zhou Mu, the master of Wentian Tower."
"The Heavenly Pavilion!" Zhang Ming's eyes widened in shock.
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