The hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of coldness, said, "Haven't you ever heard that you should introduce yourself before asking someone else's name?"
Long Qie's eyebrows lifted slightly as he said in a deep voice, "Long Qie."
Click.
An old oil lamp was placed on the bar, illuminating both Long Qie's face and the old man's.
"Long Qie?" The old man's weathered face remained expressionless as he handed over a glass of red wine. "Has the illustrious King of the Grasslands come to find an old thing like me, with one foot in the grave, for some matter?"
Long Qie wasn't surprised that the old man saw through his identity. If he didn't have this ability, Long Qie wouldn't have sought him out.
He took a deep breath and didn't push the glass away but simply avoided looking at it, his expression slightly heavy as he gazed at the old man.
"I've come to ask about some things, things that can't be found through official channels."
