A Deal Behind Closed Doors

Master Taiwu smirked.

His appearance was that of a middle-aged man. He was clad in white robes that gleamed in the dim light of the room. His facial features were refined. His eyes were also sharp, indicating his wisdom of running a profitable business for a long time.

The air around him actually shimmered faintly with the power of many talismans and protective clothing, making one know that he could not be trifled with easily.

His long, silver hair was tied back neatly, and his fingers, which rested lightly on the table, drummed in a slow rhythm as he looked at the strange brothers with an intrigued emotion.