That night, the grand residence of the Haoqi Alliance was still brightly lit, with scholars and martial artists coming and going, each busy with their own tasks.
The resettlement of the disaster victims had not yet been properly arranged, so the people of the Haoqi Alliance could not afford to be idle.
"Uncle Xun, where is Grandpa?" Mu Yuansheng, who had been distributing porridge all day outside, asked the middle-aged scholar walking with him while carrying a large bucket.
"The teacher should be in the study. I heard that an esteemed guest arrived this afternoon," replied the middle-aged scholar, Xun Rizhao.
"Receiving an esteemed guest in the study?" Mu Yuansheng pondered for a moment, "That must mean it is someone close. It seems I should not disturb Grandpa now."
Although somewhat impulsive, he was still from a scholarly family and understood etiquette.
