Shen Jing turned off the engine and unfastened her seatbelt.
When she looked up, the sight before her was startling: six elders from the Zhou family stood majestically before the main gate, apparently to welcome the car and its occupants.
Were they here for her, or for the two distinguished young masters?
Her hand froze as she unbuckled her seatbelt, a bewildered look in her eyes.
Just then, the Zhou family's butler personally opened her car door and respectfully greeted her, seeing she was lost in thought, "Welcome to the Zhou family."
Coming back to her senses, Shen Jing nodded politely and got out of the car.
She stood before the steps.
Nineteen steps led up to the fabled red roof and granite flagstones.
The front gate belonged to the aristocratic Liuyi Sect, an example of old-school architecture, imposing and majestic.
Zhou Luchen gently caught her wrist. "Do you know the way now?"
