Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique Chapter 246: Explain? I Don't Need to Explain to Anyone

Chapter 246: Explain? I Don’t Need to Explain to Anyone

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Translator: Atlas Studios       Editor: Atlas Studios

“Young Sect Master?!”

“It’s true!”

When the two Soaring Eagle Hall martial artists saw Han Zhao walking towards them, they were shocked. They hurriedly went forward and knelt on one knee.

“Greetings, Young Sect Master!”

“Get up.” Han Zhao nodded and patted their shoulders. “You’ve worked hard.”

“I’m working for Young Sect Master! It’s not hard!” The two of them stood up excitedly.

Han Zhao nodded and walked up the steps of the ready-to-wear shop.

Seeing this, the tailor, who was cutting fabric on the counter, called the shop a.s.sistant to receive him.

At this moment, the curtain separating the inner and outer rooms was lifted. Su Yun, who was wearing light purple brocade clothes, walked out with a middle-aged n.o.blewoman in a lake-blue dress. As she walked, she introduced the quality and color of the cloth to her and the price of buying it in large quant.i.ties.

“Mrs. Wu, this batch of fabric is definitely worth it, and…’

Obviously, for Su Yun, the little boss, to personally entertain her, this woman was not a simple person.

“Young… Young Sect Master Han?!” Su Yun was stunned when she saw Han Zhao walk into the shop.

“Senior Sister Su, long time no see. You should call me normal.” Han Zhao smiled.

“Yes, Junior Brother Han.” Su Yun nodded.

The middle-aged woman sized up the overly handsome young man in front of her and said, “This young master is so talented. Could he be the Young Sect Master of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang, Han Zhao?!”

“That’s right. Junior Brother Han is the current Young Sect Master of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang,” Su Yun said solemnly with a hint of pride in her tone.

As she spoke, she introduced her to Han Zhao. “Junior Brother Han, this is Grandmaster Wu Wenshu’s wife.’

When Han Zhao heard this, he reacted. The Wu family was one of the first-rate families in the prefecture capital that Lu Yingxuan had mentioned. Wu Wenshu was in his early fifties this year and was a Grandmaster at the Five Qi

Perfection Realm. He was a top expert who had a chance of breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm.

When he first came to the prefecture capital, the Five Qi Grandmasters were

existences he could only look up to and envy.

Now, other than the Five Qi Grandmasters in their early twenties, ordinary Grandmasters were no longer worthy of his attention.

However, this Wu family seemed to have some relationship with the Wu family of Blackrock City, so he cupped his fists and said, “Madam Wu, greetings.”

“I’m Madam Wu. Greetings, Sect Master Han.” Madam Wu bowed respectfully.

“Senior Sister Su, where’s Senior Sister Xu?” Han Zhao changed the topic.

“Xu Ling went out for a while and should be back soon. Junior Martial Brother Han, sit for a while,” Su Yun explained.

“Okay.”

Han Zhao sat quietly in front of the counter.

After a while, he heard familiar footsteps.

Han Zhao smiled and walked out.

Xu Ling, who had her hair in a small bun and was dressed like a woman, walked towards the ready-made clothes shop.

When she saw Han Zhao standing at the door, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Then, without caring about her image, she circulated her movement technique and ran over. She jumped up and hugged Han Zhao tightly like a koala bear.

Han Zhao also hugged Xu Ling tightly. She was his only woman in reality.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! You’re going to have needle marks early in the morning!” Su Yun’s teasing voice sounded.

Only then did Xu Ling notice that she was wearing a dress. She hurriedly tidied her clothes, got off Han Zhao, and glared at Su Yun.

“Let’s not talk about it anymore. If we say anything else, the boss will be angry. The few of you, stop looking.” Su Yun continued to tease.

“Junior Brother Han…” Xu Ling had a lot to say, but she didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“Go home?” Han Zhao suggested softly.

“I just woke up not long ago.” Xu Ling’s ears burned.

“It’s fine. You should wake up not long after morning exercise. It’s good for your health,” Han Zhao said seriously.

“Then I’ll go inside and give some instructions before leaving.” Xu Ling bit her lip and said with watery eyes.

“Okay.”

Han Zhao nodded.

At this moment, Chu Anping arrived with his gang.

“Greetings, Young Sect Master!”

“Get up.” Han Zhao waved his hand.

“Young Sect Master, I met the He family’s envoy yesterday. The He family’s ancestor invited Young Sect Master to the county for a chat. This is an invitation.” Chu Anping took out a light golden invitation and handed it over with both hands.

Han Zhao took the invitation and looked at it. Then, he closed the invitation and pinched it gently. The invitation turned into dust and dissipated with the wind.

“Young Sect Master? Is it…” Chu Anping went forward.

“I’ll go meet this He family’s ancestor.” Han Zhao looked up and interrupted him. “Go tell Madam.”

“Yes!” Chu Anping bowed.

Everyone watched Han Zhao leave.

In the inner city.

Qianchuan District.

In the side hall of the He Family Head’s residence.

Han Zhao leaned back in the armchair and sipped his tea.

Other than someone serving tea, there was no one else at the side.

After he finished this cup of tea, the maidservant served another cup of tea. Han Zhao said calmly, “Tell your master that if he doesn’t come, I won’t wait anymore.”

“Yes.” After the maid changed into new tea, she bowed and left.

After a while, a middle-grade old man with ordinary looks but unusually long arms walked into the side hall. Behind him was a middle-aged man in white. He was handsome, elegant, and had an extraordinary aura.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Sect Master Han. I’m really rude.” The middle-aged man cupped his fists and bowed. Although he said that he was sorry, he was a little perfunctory.

“You must be City Lord He, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Han Zhao also casually cupped his hands.

“This is the ancestor of my He family, and also my uncle, He Wuji.” City Lord He introduced the old man beside him.

“So it’s Senior He. Sorry for my disrespect,” Han Zhao said seriously. Martial Saints still had to be treated seriously..