"Who is it?"
A voice quickly came from inside the house.
"Hello, is this Mr. Park?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"That's me. Who are you?"
The tone of the voice wasn't friendly, but it wasn't hostile either.
"I'm the junior relative of the Fisherman and Pond Master, here to visit you on behalf of the two seniors."
He initially wanted to show the gifts in his hands, but seeing there was no peephole on the door, he thought better of it.
"Fisherman and Pond Master? Are they still alive?"
The voice on the other side hesitated for a moment.
He hadn't seen the Fisherman for decades, and the Pond Master for almost a hundred years.
Unless they were like the Dragon Clan that could sleep for hundreds of years, they used to go out fishing every day. If they hadn't been seen for so long, either they were locked up or they were gone for good—either way, there wasn't much difference.
"No, no, they're both still very much alive and often think of you."
Liu Zheng said with a smile.
