Xie Nan sat in the pavilion at the center of the lake, leaning against a bamboo chair, engrossed in a book on contemporary dark arts.
A clan member hurried over from the other side of the lake, sprinting towards the pavilion, but slowed down suddenly, taking several deep breaths before stepping into the pavilion.
"Madam." The clan member greeted respectfully.
Xie Nan put down her book and said, "Speak."
The clan member said, "Li Xiaoyao has arrived."
"What? What did you say? Say it again." A flicker of surprise crossed Xie Nan's well-maintained face.
"Li Xiaoyao has arrived." The clan member wiped the sweat from his brow, unsure if it was due to running too quickly or the nervousness in his heart.
"When did this happen? How come I was not aware?" Xie Nan was slightly annoyed, guessing almost immediately that Li Yiming was likely behind this.
"It was… the Third Elder." The clan member's words further confirmed her suspicions.
