"Elder Su, I shall withdraw now. This is as far as I'll accompany you," said the servant respectfully as he closed the door.
Despite his perplexity, Su Bei understood in his heart that perhaps this was one of the rules of the Multi-Bao Pavilion—strictly hierarchical. This further confirmed Su Bei's suspicion: the Pavilion Master of the Multi-Bao Pavilion was probably a stubborn old-timer. He couldn't help but smack his lips, thankful that the Sword Sect wasn't like this. Otherwise, the mere thought of his disciples acting so subserviently towards him would make him feel oddly uncomfortable.
Then, he headed towards that room.
At that moment, the wooden pavilion's door facing the lake was wide open. No one was in sight. Only a petite figure, shoes and socks removed, knelt barefoot on the immaculate wooden floor, engrossed in arranging a delicate purple daisy bonsai. Alongside it, two plain white chrysanthemums stood, elegant and subdued, like distinguished scholars among flowers.
