C28 (1/2)

Chapter 28 - Dangerous tasks (1)

”What does that mean?” Mu Wanjun looked at the wooden tablet in her hand.

”This is your number. Please remember it.” The Karakorum disciple was not very old, with a delicate face. However, his tone and tone were not particularly warm, revealing his age and maturity. In a moment, after you hear the ringing of thirteen bells, please head to the main hall and accept your mission. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. He did not look at Zuo Chenfeng in another light just because he still had the identity of a Junior Marquis or because Mu Jun. was recommended by the State Duke of Jin's Mansion. In his eyes, Mu Jun was just a code name of 9527.

Zuo Chenfeng only had enough time to remind him, ”You came from the State Duke of Jin's Mansion, so don't embarrass the Duke of this country. As for the rest, that's up to you. ”

Thirteen chimes sounded!

The person who was invited was someone else, so he had to lead the way.

With Zuo Chenfeng's departure, Mu Wanjun quickly ran to the hall.

The great hall was already filled with people.

She was not too late, but the people rushing forward from the back pushed Mu Wanjun all the way to the back.

She shrugged helplessly. His eyes were scanning the surroundings.

Butler Jin had said that he would find an opportunity, and this was the best opportunity.

Just as Mu Wanjun was looking left and right, someone suddenly squeezed past her, and at this time, an item suddenly flew into her hand.

Silently, she touched it and saw that it was a ring. Needless to say, he was definitely a Storage Ring.

She took the ring and put it on her finger.

Sensing that someone was staring at her, she turned around and saw an unusually ordinary face. The face was lost in the crowd. However, when she looked at him again, that gaze definitely didn't seem like that person's.

Just as she was about to investigate further, the crowd suddenly burst into a commotion, and then immediately fell silent.

A white-haired old man walked in from the front of the hall.

The old man wore a wide gray robe, and his body was as thin as a bamboo pole supporting his clothes.

However, his cold eyes were like the eyes of an eagle. He did not spare anyone, and instead swept his gaze across their faces.

Finally, he spoke.