"May I ask your name, Young Friend?" Feng Li asked Shen Haoran with a strained laugh.
Feng Li knew the young man before him wasn't trying to make things difficult. Otherwise, the crime of insulting—or even having killing intent toward—a Sixth Grade Alchemist would have been enough to get their Burning Flame City Medicine Hall sanctioned. But the young man didn't press the issue, simply letting it slide. It was clear he wasn't here looking for trouble.
"Shen Haoran. Hall Master Hong from White Fox City sent me." Shen Haoran slowly retracted his Spiritual Thought, reverting to the harmless-looking young man with a warm smile on his face. With that, he handed over Hall Master Hong's letter of recommendation.
"Sent by Old Hong?" Hearing Shen Haoran's words, Feng Li was stunned. He immediately took the letter of recommendation and read it carefully, a look of shock appearing on his face.
