Zong Zhengyu smoked silently.
Halfway through the smoke, there was a knock on the door. Zong Zhengyu replied with a hoarse voice, "Come in."
As the door was pushed open, a man who was about the same age as Seventh Master stepped in.
The man wore a light-colored suit and was impeccably slender and tall. His face was gentle and beautiful, and he wore frameless glasses. His long black hair added to his coquettish aura.
"Hey, Seventh."
He raised his head and waved as a greeting.
Zong Zhengyu ignored him and lowered his head to smoke.
The man didn't mind. He walked to the seat opposite the desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.
He rested his right leg on his left knee and leaned against the back of the chair in a relaxed manner. "Why are you hiding here? The grand master has woken up a few times and has been calling for you."