After Long Sheng left Zhou Yu's private room, he walked to the side and immediately called over a subordinate.
"Has Master Ni arrived?"
"Yes, he's here," the subordinate replied:
"In the upstairs private room."
"Long Chief, should I send the herbs over to them now?"
Long Sheng shook his head.
"Not yet, wait for my news."
"Understood." The subordinate responded immediately.
Long Sheng tidied up his clothes, then arrived at another private room upstairs, and pushed the door open.
Inside the room, there was an old man and a young man sitting.
The old man had graying hair and seemed to be in his seventies or eighties.
However, his skin was very glossy, and his eyes were bright and full of spirit.
Beside him, the young man was about thirty, handsome, with an aura of unbridled arrogance.
Upon seeing Long Sheng enter, the young man immediately showed impatience.
"Long Chief, what's going on?"
"Why are Master Ni and I being kept waiting for so long?"
