Xiao Xian sat waiting in the hall, anxious at heart, moving the jade cup around on the table, constantly shifting his posture in his seat, appearing restless and uneasy.
After a long while, a commotion of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard. Xiao Xian, previously slouched in dejection, instantly became alert, hurriedly straightening his back and adopting a solemn posture. Yet he only heard the sycophantic voice coming from below:
"Young Lord Guitu, my young master is discussing important matters with the clan brother on the mountain… please wait a moment, please wait a moment…"
"It's fine."
That voice was mature and steady, open and forthright, yet to Xiao Xian it struck like thunder, his mind instantly blank, leaving only one thought echoing within:
"Xiao Guitu… what is he doing here!"
