Behind him, two men approached, walking one after the other. One had a refined, scholarly air, while the other was stern and imposing.
One was dressed in embroidered brocade robes. He had the gentle air of a scholar, with a fair complexion that made him seem utterly harmless.
The man clicked his tongue and remarked,
"I never would've thought. After all the trouble I went through to rush back, he goes and jumps off a cliff."
He shook his head as he spoke.
Fei Chen turned to face the newcomers and cupped his fists.
"Lord Guan Jing."
Guan Jing was clearly fair-skinned and scholarly, looking like a young master from a wealthy family, yet his unceremonious demeanor seemed entirely divorced from propriety.
He yawned, revealing heavy dark circles under his eyes, and asked lazily,
"When will he be able to come back up?"
Fei Chen shook his head.
"I don't know."
Guan Jing shook his head.
"Forget it. I'm going to the manor to get some sleep."
