The scroll contained information about a disciple of the Black Lotus Sect, along with his portrait. Looking at the portrait, this Ning Cheng appeared to be in his thirties, with a knife scar at the corner of his eye, clearly not a kind man.
"A cultivation in the Divine Strength Realm... Then I'll make a trip," Su Changkong said as he put away the scroll and spoke to Wang Yun before, as always, rising swiftly and making his way out of the Yamen.
He hoped that this Ning Cheng would carry more gold and silver on him, so that he could make some quick profit!
After Su Changkong left, Wang Yun's face showed signs of struggle and hesitation.
"Branch ah!"
Meanwhile, the room's door was pushed open from the outside, and a man stepped in without any greeting, which was undoubtedly very impolite and unbridled, yet Wang Yun did not show any dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, there was a hint of wariness.