In the room, Zhao Hua wore a displeased expression.
Could anyone still disturb him while conducting business in this place?
Did the other party bring Spirit Stones?
How many did they bring?
If it's too few, they should just wait.
"But..." the guard wanted to explain.
"But what?" Zhao Hua said in a low tone:
"But is he your relative?"
"No, no." The guard hastily shook his head, explaining:
"It's not like that; the person outside mentioned he is also an Outer Disciple of the Sect."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hua, who originally wanted to dismiss the guard, paused.
Somewhat surprised: "Are you saying that the person outside is also an Outer Disciple?"
"Yes, that's what he said," the guard replied truthfully.
Zhao Hua slightly furrowed his brows: "I haven't received any notification that someone from the Sect was coming. It might be an impostor, have him wait."