"Uncle," instantly changed the expression of the Heavenly Patrol Envoy standing before him; he received the letter with some respect, glanced through it, and then returned it to Chen Yuan before instructing a Heavenly Patrol Guard beside him to go inside the mansion to report.
"The honored guest will wait a moment," he said.
"Not at all."
Chen Yuan smiled, his gaze sweeping over the Zhang family's plaque which carried a sharp aura of killing intent, presumably penned by Zhang Xuan's father.
Otherwise, it wouldn't possess such a charm.
Chen Yuan felt shocked by the special privileges of these Divine Envoys, who could even order Heavenly Patrol Guards to guard doors—an official's role that seemed reduced to that of a household servant.
He wondered whether it was because the Emperor simply didn't care, or if this unseen Zhang Divine Envoy was excessively arrogant.
