C224 The will of the Heavens

"Tailor."

A calm yet firm voice called out.

The tailor had just left Gong Jing's courtyard when he was stopped by someone. He stopped and looked in the direction of the voice.

The owner of the voice appeared from the shadows under the tree. It was a middle-aged man.

The man's handsome face was as if it had been carved by a knife, and there was a slight shadow of Gong Jing between his brows