This Great Success Rank approaching us seems to harbor no ill intent.
This could be told from the deliberate mana fluctuations he emitted. The sensation of these mana fluctuations felt like the sound of footsteps made on purpose when someone approaches from behind, intended to alert others of their arrival. His "steps" were light yet composed, as if declaring his harmlessness.
Moments later, he emerged from the small grove under the night sky and appeared before Mazao and me.
This was a man who looked to be in his fifties, dressed in navy blue casual wear, with the composed temperament of an ancient scholar.
He first glanced at us, then focused his gaze on me, and with a smile and polite tone, said: "Mr. Zhuang Cheng, and Miss Mazao, good evening. I am 'Fufeng.'"
Fufeng—this name Mr. Zhu had mentioned to me.