Master Li closed his eyes slightly, leaning on the recliner, facing the great lake.
Meanwhile, at the freshwater transport station by the lake's mouth, various miscellaneous workers and merchants were loading and unloading goods in the snow.
No matter who it was, upon passing this Nameless Pavilion, they would give a slight bow or salute, and call out "Master Li."
Yet, Master Li did not respond, simply lying there with an air of peace and authority.
Li Yuan put away his umbrella, silently waiting.
A while later, a servant led three people dressed in Blood Saber Sect garments to this place.
Among the three, there were two males and one female, around Li Yuan's age, or maybe two or three years older, still considered youths.
Once the four were gathered, Master Li, with eyes still closed, began to recite:
"Outer Disciple 180, Zhao Zhinan."
A young man with a somewhat fierce expression, standing by with an aura reading "7~8," responded, "Here."
"Outer Disciple 187, Zhang Yue."
