Yuan seemed deeply moved.
However, Zhang's eyes turned slightly colder. She looked at Zheng Fa and did not speak for a long while.
After a lengthy silence, she spoke up, "Yuan, I need to talk to Zheng Fa alone."
Yuan nodded, giving Zheng Fa a worried and pleading look before she gently descended the stairs.
As she went down, she turned back to look at Zheng Fa, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately, she remained silent.
Once her figure vanished around the stair corner, Zhang drew a golden soundproofing talisman in the air. The talismanic script crumbled into golden specks, quickly dissipating in the room's corners.
Zheng Fa felt the room suddenly quiet down. The boisterous hawking from the workshop below and the hustle of footsteps were all barred outside by this soundproofing talisman.
Now, the only thing he could hear was Zhang's long, profound breathing.
"Why refuse?" Zhang asked.
