The four of them didn't have the nerve to wait for an invitation, so Wei Guangxiang took the initiative to find them.
"You all go wait in the hall, dinner will be ready soon."
"Thank you, Daoist."
The four of them waited in the hall, and when the rice was served, Su Yuanyuan felt that this was the aroma she remembered. The rice seemed to be just ordinary white rice, but the smell was incredibly enticing.
However, the Daoist didn't let them eat but turned and left.
The four looked at each other, too shy to start eating.
After a few minutes, there were footsteps. The Daoist was at the front, followed by a man with an extraordinary charm.
Although it's inappropriate to describe a man with 'charm', there really was no other word to describe him.
The four of them couldn't determine his age clearly. You might say he was young, but he carried a tempered aura of years that young people couldn't possess.
The four of them stood up involuntarily.
"Please sit, friends."
