The faint fragrance of tea lingered in the air, elusive yet intoxicating.
The hall was peaceful and tranquil.
Led by Yun Wuqing, Jiang Shouzhong and his companions were ushered into the hall, leisurely sipping on tea.
Fang Ziheng sat nearby, restless, occasionally wiping cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
The timid attendant student stayed close to his young master, alternating between curiously glancing at the great hall and sneaking peeks at Yelü Miaomiao and her companions as if he were staring at tigresses.
Yun Wuqing apologized, saying: "I must apologize, Master Dugu. The Sect Leader and the Grand Elder are preoccupied with urgent matters, so the affairs of Zhenxuan Mountain are currently under my administration.
As for the Taoist River Map, Senior Yan indeed entrusted it to us; this was part of an earlier agreement.
