Sikong Jian sat down at the reception table at the entrance and gave Liu Ji a friendly smile, gesturing for him to sit as well.
The onlookers sighed, marveling at Lord State Preceptor's grandeur, unmatched by ordinary people.
Liu Ji cursed in his heart: Hypocrite!
On the surface, he smiled broadly, but as soon as he sat down, he shouted: "In this sweltering heat, not even a sip of water to drink!"
"You are insolent..."
Sun Jiang's scolding had just begun when Sikong Jian stopped him.
"Serve him tea," Sikong Jian instructed.
His gaze swept over the young talented scholars at the entrance, and he added, "Today, everyone has come not hesitating to put aside their scholarly status to apply as house servants out of pure respect and admiration for the teacher. I will acknowledge this on behalf of the teacher."
