"Young Master Yun! What an immeasurable honor for the humble Fang Family to receive a guest of your exalted stature!"
Patriarch Fang nearly threw himself to the ground as he rushed forward, his posture bent so low it bordered on prostration. His voice trembled with reverence as he welcomed the three figures who had just arrived.
If at this time Song po was to witness this scene, his decade old rival, bowing in front of someone like a dog wagging his tail excitedly for a treat, he would have surely coughed up blood.
Old man fang you are truly shameless! Alas he wasn't here.
At the center stood the so-called Young Master Yun—a young man clad in extravagant robes woven with faintly glowing patterns. A lazy, almost bored smile rested on his lips as his gaze swept across Patriarch Fang, lingering only for a heartbeat before drifting past him, as if searching for something hidden deeper within the residence.
