The image of Xiahou Yi was indeed not that of a person who acted in a high profile.
Though he was of such noble status, when Sheng Siyuan first saw him, his attire was no different from that of an ordinary fisherman.
Grizzled hair, a face darkened by the sun...
If there had to be a difference, it probably lay in his eyes that hid sharpness, eyes which even Sheng Siyuan dared not underestimate upon a glance.
"What do you need from me?"
As they returned to the small courtyard on the island together, Xiahou Yi's demeanor was indeed very cold.
Sheng Siyuan thus stood politely behind him.
"Elder, I've come to ask for your help. There seems to be some misunderstanding about me from Mr. Duan's side recently, and I was wondering if you could help me speak to him?"
Sheng Siyuan did not beat around the bush and directly expressed his intentions.
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiahou Yi, who had just sat down for a sip of tea, raised his head to look at him.
