Some said he was a metaphysics master hidden among ordinary folk, who had once pointed out the right path for Lu Yuliang and helped him avert calamities.
Others said he was a top-tier figure who had long faded from the public eye, a man whose single word could decide life, death, honor, and disgrace.
He looked again at the old man in the Zhongshan suit; the other was merely standing there casually, yet he carried a calm, commanding air of viewing all beings from above, as if nothing around him was worthy of his attention.
The principal suddenly felt a chill in his heart: someone who could make a figure like Lu Yuliang willingly bow his head was by no means an ordinary power-holder.
This old man might well be the "benefactor" who could sway Lu Yuliang's fate, perhaps even one of those mysterious presences hidden behind the scenes, to whom even local big shots had to bow and breathe by his leave.
