On the ground floor of the building, a middle-aged man wearing a turban in a loose robe was pacing up and down. He seemed a little anxious, looking up at the landing on the stairs from time to time.
He had a very prominent long face and he had a handsome beard. He was brimming with energy and his steps were purposeful. However, he also had a measure of fear about him, which was seldom seen in a master.
A look of surprise flickered across his face. He stepped forward rapidly, "Second Young Master..."
He stopped halfway through what he was saying, gave a small start and then his tone changed to a sigh, "Second Young Master, you've grown up so much..."
Meng Qi had on a green robe, and from his waist was slung his long saber. His steps were leisurely and in harmony with heaven and earth. His features were now fully formed. He looked handsome and masculine, however one could, at times, still see some of the boyish charm.
