"You can leave now, let him enter alone," an aged voice, full of authority, echoed from within the room.
"Yes," Nan Gong gave Li Huowang a cautious glance, then turned and left.
Gazing at the partly closed wooden door in front of him, Li Huowang took a deep breath and pushed the door open to enter.
The inside was not large, looking just like an ordinary bookroom with various paper books and picture albums placed on the bookshelf to the left, and the walls adorned, just like Zhuge Yuan's bamboo building initially was, with either calligraphy or paintings.
If this place weren't hidden in the deepest recesses of the Astrological Bureau, Li Huowang might have thought it was just some scholar's study.
"Er Jiu pays respects to the Deputy Director!" Li Huowang, his head bowed, said as he performed a ceremonial salute.
"You are Er Jiu? Lift up your head."
As the other party saw the face devoid of flesh, Li Huowang also got a clear view of the Deputy Director's appearance.
