With the sweet taste, it's no wonder that Lan Zhan eventually took a liking to the sweet. With a fork, he cuts up the slice in bite-size pieces and feeds him bite by bite.

At his question, he fell silent. Then he nods, his expression looks tense and somber. "I have met him." He doesn't want to remember the encounter, but it burns in his mind.

"Why? What do you wish to know?"