"He's just being mysterious, Your Highness. Let me break through that fog and force him to show himself."
A burly Evil Cultivator from the Prince Mansion, a vicious look on his face, hefted a thirty-foot spear. He was about to leap toward the lake to deal with the middle-aged man on the boat.
Lu Guangjing immediately shot the Evil Cultivator a glare, cowing him into retreat.
Then, Lu Guangjing clasped his fists and bowed deeply to the distant Confucian Temple Imperial Censor. In a refined and courteous manner, he said, "Lu Guangjing respectfully invites you ashore, sir. It would not be too late to speak in detail then."
The Confucian Temple Imperial Censor's voice drifted over, melodious. "There is no need for pleasantries. Simply answer my question now."
Clearly, he had no intention of coming ashore as a guest at Prince Jin's Mansion.
