Ao Cangsheng was at a loss for words.
The two of them returned to Zhan Tianfu, but Fu Sha was nowhere to be seen.
Back home, Ao Cangsheng didn't go find Zhan Fengyang. Instead, he discovered a piece of rice paper covered with small script and handed it to Mo Fengxue.
"What is this?"
Seeing Ao Cangsheng's mysterious expression, Mo Fengxue was astonished.
"Let's see for ourselves, Elder!"
Ao Cangsheng casually placed the rice paper into Mo Fengxue's hands.
As Mo Fengxue curiously gazed at the rice paper, he jumped three feet high in surprise.
"Child, where did this come from?"
Mo Fengxue eagerly grabbed Ao Kangsheng, looking very excited.
"I picked it up on the way!"
Ao Cangsheng replied nonchalantly.
"Nonsense, you can see such a thing on the road. I'll give you my surname!"
Mo Fengxue knew Ao Cangsheng was being evasive. He was always modest and polite. Mo Fengxue couldn't help but get a bit crude.
"Oh, I bought it on the ninth floor of the Seven Days Tower!"
