[The Council Hall, Inner Yard]
As Jiang Bianyan sipped his cup of hot tea, his thoughts were somewhere else.
It wasn't until he had gotten into the Inner Yard that he'd discovered the tense atmosphere of the place, where everyone was ready to strike out at anything. It differed totally from the Outer Yard, and the two locations felt like two different worlds to him.
He frowned as he shot a glance at the men-in-black under the tree by the old pagoda next to the entrance. "Palace Lord Ye, is there a need to have such a conspicuous presence?" he asked.
Jiang Bianyan simply didn't believe that they positioned there those people for him. There was only one possibility—the "Holy Servant" mentioned in the letter had requested help.
"Is there such a need, you ask?"
Ye Xiaotian put his cup of tea down and replied, "The three of you have come a long way, so I've arranged for your lodging for the duration of your time here."
