Under the guidance of attendants, guests began to enter.
An old man, who had changed into a new robe, looked spirited as he stood at the entrance welcoming each arriving guest with a smile and expressing his gratitude. Before long, he saw the young man standing before him.
"Huai Shi?" asked the old man.
The young man nodded and, looking up at the old man, asked with great insolence, "Yin Liangji?"
"Guests are to be cherished, please come inside." The old man raised his hand to stop the descendants behind him, who were eager to get angry, and merely smiled benignly at Huai Shi. "Later, our two families will reminisce."
"Good."
Huai Shi nodded and stepped inside, entering the venue, allowing the chilling sensation of Death Perception to engulf him.
By his side, the attendants seemed to shrink their heads under their necks, preferring to pretend they saw and heard nothing as they hurriedly led the way. But halfway there, they were stopped.
