Yi Ling took a seat and waited. Minzhe sat beside his mother while Qianru stood attentively by her side.
Sensing the cold aura permeating the hall, Elder Jun and Chief Guan also took their seats. They were still grappling with the possibility that the concoction might be real. If it were genuine, its potential would be astounding. Both hoped that the young master Yi had more of these extraordinary concoctions.
After about the time it took for two incense sticks to burn, the Old Steward returned, accompanied by a 30-year-old man. Chief Guan and Elder Jun recognized him as Feng Zhu, one of their promising staff members at the Pavilion.
"Little Feng, you've come," Chief Guan motioned for him to approach, his expression one of anticipation.
"Greetings, Chief Guan and Elder Jun. Steward Hong informed me that you needed me for something?" Feng Zhu bowed deeply and clasped his fists in respect, his demeanor both humble and curious.
