Green Cloud Pavilion, although far from the influence of Lingxiao Pavilion, didn't seem all that significant in Jiang Wang's eyes, but after all, it was one of the leading sects in Shun'an Prefecture and could not be spoken of in the same breath as sects like Xi Cloud Sword Sect.
For this occasion of congratulating the Marquis of Weining on his birthday, Green Cloud Pavilion had also put a lot of thought into it.
The burden of selecting gifts alone had formed a long queue.
At the head of the queue was a short-bearded old man around the age of sixty, accompanied by a younger man with a slightly sinister face, indicating a close relationship, either as master and disciple or father and son.
The rest were servants and attendants, presenting a grand spectacle.
The short-bearded old man confidently headed straight toward the Marquis's residence; with the strength of a sect like Green Cloud Pavilion, there was naturally no need to queue outside the Marquis's home.
"Hmm?"
