In the living room.
Zhou Jing sat at the head of the table, drinking tea and waiting.
Not long after, a noble came to visit. This person was wearing a plain white robe with exquisite embroidery on it, but the filigree was very faint. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see it clearly. It really matched the saying that there was luxury in keeping a low profile.
As soon as he entered, he bowed slightly to Zhou Jing.
"Greetings, Perfected Master Windwalker."
"Same to you, Young Master Sun."
Zhou Jing nodded as he thought about this person's background.
This person's name was Sun Maocai, and he was a member of the Jiangchun Sun family.