"Oh? Then I want to see who dares to be so presumptuous," Xi Ye said as he looked toward the crowd upon hearing the noise. The term "presumptuous" was originally used to describe himself, yet he turned it around onto the person who called him "presumptuous." "Why can't I see who it is? Make way for him, quickly."
Before Xi Ye had even spoken these words, everyone had already begun making way for the source of the voice.
"Greetings, sir." As soon as the man made his appearance, a number of students immediately bowed their heads and clasped their fists in respect, utterly reverent, for fear of being too slow.
He was a middle-aged man with a regal and robust figure. Of course, he was likely well beyond middle age, only his outer appearance seemed such. This was the Sanqing Ruins, where one should never judge someone's true age by their appearance alone.
