Just as Yuwen Ji was dragging Xu Luo away to demand justice from the Precepts Hall, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed from the distance.
"I heard the magpies chirping outside early this morning, so I knew an honored guest would be visiting! And just as I expected... it's Grand Elder Yuwen. What a rare visitor! Mingyu is late. Please forgive me, Elder Yuwen!"
As the voice spoke, a figure approached from the distance, followed by the middle-aged steward from before.
The few guards at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion hurried over to pay their respects.
"Greetings, Grand Elder!"
"We pay our respects, Grand Elder!"
Xu Luo looked at the newcomer and was slightly startled. The man was far too young.
He had sword-like brows and star-like eyes, with red lips and white teeth. His eyes were exceptionally pure, and he looked like a young man in his twenties, without the slightest hint of an old man's aura about him.
