Zhang Junyao had barely entered the secret chamber when he felt a lock of hair beside his ear fall. Turning toward the newcomer, he knelt on the ground and clasped his fists, "Envoy Hua."
Hua Wuying walked to the stone table, sat on the stone rest, and with a flick of her hand, Zhang Junyao was lifted to his feet.
"Thank you, Envoy Hua," he said, standing aside and quietly listening for his master's questions.
"The master asks if you have recently cooperated with someone named Feng Xuxu?" Hua Wuying asked, curling her thin lips slightly as she spoke to Zhang Junyao.
"Yes, I just signed a contract with Feng Xuxu today. For the next three years, we will be cultivating greenhouses together."
"Well, during this period you must protect Feng Xuxu well, with no slip-ups whatsoever, and assist Feng Xuxu as much as possible without arousing any suspicion."
"…Yes, Master." Zhang Junyao grew even more puzzled. Who exactly was Feng Xuxu?