Soon, the door was opened.
Ye Chen peered through the crack.
It was a very spacious and brightly lit room, richly decorated with various famous paintings and calligraphy throughout.
"Please come in, sir."
Li Hai made a welcoming gesture, inviting Ye Chen inside.
Ye Chen nodded and followed Li Hai into the room.
Sitting directly in front of the room was a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, his complexion pale, his face marked by the ravages of time.
The moment Ye Chen saw the middle-aged man, he sensed a very strong murderous aura about him, as if it could erupt at any moment.
"Hello, Mr. Ye, you must be Mr. Ye Chen," said the middle-aged man.
"Indeed, I am," nodded Ye Chen. "You must be Situ Bo?"
"Mr. Ye is truly a hero at a young age." Situ Bo smiled faintly, appearing quite friendly with a trace of a smile on his face.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled back without a word, unsure of what the man intended by bringing him here.
