Wen Congrui didn't know how he found himself so inexplicably drawn to come here. He had seen Wufu leading Ninth Master to this pavilion and took the opportunity to come out.
His people couldn't uncover Ah Jiu's background, which he found both inexplicable and even more certain proof that the person was extraordinary. Otherwise, how could not a single trace be found?
He knew nothing about him, yet the other party had called him by his sobriquet, Young Master Wen Yu, without hesitation.
Wen Congrui tried to discern any hint of familiarity in Ah Jiu's features, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't recognize anything.
This made Wen Congrui somewhat uncomfortable; he disliked that feeling of not being in control.
"May I ask if this appearance of mine satisfies Lord Wen?" Ah Jiu offered a smile as he passed over a cup of tea.
