The gray-clad man poked his head out and looked around.
Once he was sure no one was paying attention, he quietly closed the door and slid the bolt shut.
This room had only one window and it was boarded up, so once the door was closed, the room became incredibly dark, almost impossible to see anything.
But the gray-clad man was prepared. He immediately pulled out a fire stick from his pocket and lit the oil lamp on the small table.
The lamp flickered weakly, barely dispelling the darkness.
Only then did the gray-clad man respectfully bow to Zhang Yuan and said, "I am Wang Wu, greetings to you, Sir!"
"Mm."
Zhang Yuan nodded and asked, "What do you want to say to me?"
The man only had the cultivation of Tier One Light Force, naturally he posed no threat to Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan was simply curious about the man's intent.
Wang Wu swallowed nervously and asked, "Dare I ask, Sir, are you from Xia Ruins?"
