On the way here, Liu Xiaolou had scarcely gotten any proper rest. Today, after bitterness came sweetness, and he was finally able to sleep soundly and comfortably.
He slept for over two hours. Half-dazed, he heard movement outside and finally woke up.
Outside the main room, he heard the White Cloud Swordsman say, "...Indeed, it is I."
Another voice answered in a most respectful tone, "My master said that if you truly are the White Cloud Swordsman, he will come personally to meet you. Young Master Yun, please wait a moment."
The White Cloud Swordsman said, "How could I deserve that? If uncle has the time, I should naturally go pay him a visit. Steward Song, please lead the way."
The steward said, "I would not dare. Then, Young Master Yun, please follow me..."
Footsteps sounded. The White Cloud Swordsman followed Cloud Mist Villa's steward out of the courtyard, leaving Liu Xiaolou alone in the room to ponder. Did the White Cloud Swordsman really have such standing? The master treated him with such special regard and wanted to meet him before the marriage recruitment even began. Judging by this, however imposing this villa may look, it is probably far inferior to the Da Mu Mountain Li Family. Even the Luoshan Mountain Zheng clan would not act like this.
Could this family be all show and no substance, then? That would make the return gift after the matter was settled a problem...
But on second thought, a family capable of setting up a soundproofing formation for an entire waterfall did not seem like the sort to lack spirit stones.
Something was strange!
After pondering for a while, he decided to go out for a stroll and see what the situation really was. Leaving this guest courtyard, he followed a covered corridor