Salar looked at the person from head to toe and was quite disappointed. The boy standing in front of him had a very ordinary appearance. For Salar’s tall and handsome physique, the opposite gender had made him attractive to a certain extent, but the person standing in front of him was deprived of both these things. He was of average height and stature. If there were no beard on his face, he would have looked even better. Salar Sikandar felt a combined disappointment from Jalal Ansar—Imamah now seemed even more foolish to him than before.

"I am Jalal Ansar, you wanted to meet me?"