"Please wait a moment, you three."
Zhao Lin gave a slight fist-and-palm salute, left the main gate open, and hurried to the back courtyard.
"Master, there are three people outside looking for you. They say they're from Yanyun Mountain."
"Yanyun Mountain?"
Zhu Huaishan stood up from his chair. "Did you hear them correctly?"
"Clearly..."
Receiving the confirmation, Zhu Huaishan hastily walked out.
The disciples who were practicing all stopped and exchanged quizzical glances.
"Who has such airs that Master has to greet them personally?"
"I'm completely baffled. Want to go take a look?"
"Let's go!"
When Zhu Huaishan arrived at the front courtyard and saw the old man and his two companions, his expression grew solemn. He bowed and said, "Elder Fan."
Seeing this, the disciples and apprentices of the Liuhe Sect all bowed in unison.
The old man tapped his cane and waved his hand. "You are the master of a sect now. Let's dispense with these empty formalities."
"Yes."
