Everything seemed unchanged.
But Li Yan knew that some things had already changed.
As the carriage drove into Chongwen Gate Alley, the sky was approaching dusk.
In front of the residence, Kong Shangzhao was pacing anxiously. Seeing the carriage return, he quickly approached, "Sir, Grandmaster Chen has arrived and has been waiting in the hall for an hour."
Li Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.
With someone like Chen Yuanlu, coming in person and waiting for an hour could not simply be to congratulate him.
He hurried into the residence and through the front courtyard to the main hall.
Indeed, Chen Yuanlu sat at the main seat, the tea cup beside him long cold, yet untouched.
Seeing Li Yan enter, he got straight to the point, "The Grandmaster Battle went well. But both you and I know, that was merely surface-level theatrics."
Li Yan sat opposite him, "Grandmaster Chen, speak your mind."
"The matter of the Nine Gates Yin Ruins cannot be delayed any longer. It must be expedited!"
