The night was deep and quiet.
In the bamboo forest of the National Master Hall, a small bamboo house was lit with a dim oil lamp.
The National Master sat cross-legged on a round cushion.
"Master..." Ya He had just lifted the curtain to report on the progress of searching for the Little Princess to the National Master, and Senior Ye Qing hadn't found any results yet. He wondered if they should send more people to assist.
But as the words reached his lips, he saw the National Master sitting motionless in front of a small desk, and his voice suddenly got choked off.
There were three teacups on the desk.
One in front of the National Master, one on the seat beside the National Master, and another opposite the National Master.
Was Master waiting for some friend?
But Master didn't have any friends.
He had been in the National Master Hall for ten years and had never seen the Master in close contact with anyone, oh, except for Old Master Meng, with whom he played chess.
