But now, Xu Yuan felt that this burly man might not even be a living person.
Looking at his faintly visible silhouette in the mist, Xu Yuan continued to stride lightly.
When he was about seven or eight zhang away from the main hall, the peasant at the door came forward to greet him.
Approaching, the muscular man greeted Xu Yuan with a bow, and said respectfully,
"Young Master, are you looking for the lady?"
"....."
Observing the etiquette performed by the other party, Xu Yuan's eyebrows involuntarily raised, processing the information calmly and nodding slightly, instructing:
"Yes, call her out to see me."
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in the burly man's eyes, seemingly puzzled by the Young Master's rudeness, but he still spoke in a low voice,
"Young Master, please forgive me, the lady had already instructed me earlier that she is unwell today and it is inconvenient..."
"I said, let her come to see me."
"..." said the burly man.
