Song Jian quickly arrived at the entrance of a manor, which was extremely large in acreage, at least not smaller than the temples of the gods in the City of Hope.
The gates of the manor were open, suggesting that anyone could enter. Song Jian only stood at the entrance for a short while before he saw two groups of people entering and leaving the estate.
"Esteemed devotee, welcome to Flame Manor!" A man clad in a tailcoat and gold-framed glasses, who seemed refined and cultured, bowed slightly toward Song Jian, smiling.
This man appeared somewhat frail in stature. Whether it was his posture or the angle of his bow, everything about him demonstrated that he was an excellent manor butler.
Anyone would have a favorable impression of this butler who always stood at the entrance, greeting the guests. Every person entering or leaving would politely smile and return the greeting.
