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It was a young man in his twenties. His appearance was average and neat at best, but decked in a gray-blue robe, his aura was outstanding. He had broad shoulders but a thin waist, and his entire body exuded a faint scholarly aura.

Hearing Ming Shu's reply, he laughed. "Master Ming Shu, you don't seem to welcome me?"

Ming Shu laughed and put away the account book. Then, his lips curled up at a perfect and courteous angle. "Why wouldn't I? My Zhen Bao Pavilion will definitely welcome the Third Deity's arrival."

Even though he said that, he stood behind the table and did not take a step out. His eyes were cold and distant, not seeming to welcome him at all.

However, Fan Yunxiao did not seem to mind. To be more accurate, he did not care.

Zhen Bao Pavilion had always treated him in this manner, so he had long gotten used to it.

Fan Yunxiao walked in and surveyed the surroundings. "I didn't expect Zhen Bao Pavilion would be so quiet one day."