Li Xizhi descended from the mountain, but instead of seeking out Yuan Fuyao immediately, he took a slight detour to find the tall pavilion and landed outside the grand hall in the center.
The grand hall had a platform in front with no less than eighteen steps leading up to it, flanked on both sides by stone statues of majestic beasts with long horns. The hall was roofed with bright yellow glazed tiles. Rainwater dripped steadily down, falling from the mouths of the beasts, presenting quite a sight.
Li Chengliao had just finished packing up and was coming down the steps. His countenance, weightier than his father Li Xihong's, lacked some honesty but had more edges and angles. Seeing the person in front descend in a flash of light, with feathers fluttering and rainbows flowing, he hurriedly bowed his hands:
"Chengliao greets Fourth Uncle!"
Li Xizhi, with one hand behind his back and the other lifting him up, laughed and said,
