"Family Head Lu, you may dispense with formalities. Qing, serve tea to the Family Head Lu!"
Her voice, clear and melodious, swept through the tower, reminiscent of new snow falling on a jade bell, tinkling as it passed over the copper bells at the eaves.
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Lu Fusheng sat down at the desk beside him as instructed, and a graceful woman served him tea.
As the steam rose from the tea, Yue Qing spoke again, "Family Head Lu, is there something you wish to discuss with me?"
"Indeed, there is something I want to report to the Sect Master!"
"What is it?"
"Yang Zhenshan, Family Head of the Lingxi Yang family, seeks a position among the families. Since I am on good terms with the Yang Family Head, he asked me to petition the Sect Master on his behalf!" Lu Fusheng replied.
"The Lingxi Yang family, Yang Zhenshan?" Yue Qing raised her head, her previously indifferent expression becoming more earnest, "Who is this person?"
