Upon hearing a knock, Yang Da, the doorkeeper of the Celestial Master's Mansion, listlessly made his way over. He pulled the door open a crack and was instantly stunned.
"Immortal Master Du!"
Du Suxin gave a slight nod. "Is the Celestial Master in?"
"The Celestial Master left to visit friends half a year ago and has yet to return."
Yang Da straightened up. Over the years, he had come to fully appreciate the truth behind the old saying: "A doorkeeper at a prime minister's gate is equal to a Seventh Grade Official." As the Celestial Master's gatekeeper, even a Third Grade Official had to offer him a few polite words upon meeting him.
But that didn't mean he could afford to be arrogant in front of an Immortal Master.
"Immortal Master Du, your sister..."
"I know. That's why I've come to see her. Why? Did the Celestial Master give orders that no one was to be let in?"
