“Imperial Military?” Song Zining said after a while. “Ask them to wait in the parlor, I’ll be there soon.”

Fang Zhang was seated together with two attendants in the parlor. Song Zining was stunned as his gaze fell upon one of them. “General Lan, why are you dressed like that?”

Lan Xincheng turned to smile at Fang Zhan. “Didn’t I tell you we can’t fool the seventh young master? You don’t believe me.”

Fang Zhang wasn’t quite satisfied, however. “He has never seen you before, how could he recognize you?”

Song Zining didn’t keep the man in suspense. “There’s an art in divination similar to origin power perception. General Lan never did disguise himself, so I can see his rank-sixteen cultivation and the sharp intent in his origin power. That would be his trademark Silken Gold Needles, right?”

Fang Zhang raised a thumb. “I’m convinced. The seventh young master has extraordinary eyesight! Normally, we can’t even see through his cultivation when he’s not using it.”

“Just some small tricks, not worth mentioning. Besides, I’m no longer of the Song clan, so I won’t be using that name anymore. You two can just call me Zining.”

“Mister Zining, we won’t beat around the bush anymore. We came to trade for the resources...