Pan Yue shuddered in alarm and looked up. Sure enough, he saw Shi Heng standing not far ahead.
Shi Heng had come to send his son, Shi Hong, into the Imperial Guards selection.
With Shi Heng's rank, he could easily have secured his son an inherited appointment. But with military farmland and corruption within the army currently under investigation, he did not wish to hand others a weapon to use against him. Besides, his son was not without ability.
He had just sent his son inside when, upon turning around, he spotted Pan Yun.
The two silently met each other's eyes for a moment. Pan Yun gave him a slight nod.
Shi Heng expressionlessly looked away and turned his gaze to the people standing beside her.
When he saw that, apart from her three nephew-disciples, Pan Yue was also following her, his eyes flickered.
Hadn't everyone said that Pan Yun's cultivation had risen, that her bonds of kinship had been severed, and that she had grown distant from her family?
She had returned to the Capital City several times, yet she had never met with the Pan Family.
His gaze shifted between the two of them. A moment later, he gave a mocking smile.
Pan Yun said to Pan Yue, "Elder Brother, take Miao Zhen and the others to watch the matches."
Pan Yue glanced at Shi Heng, then turned and left.
Pan Yun remained where she was. Shi Heng hesitated for a long while before finally stepping forward, his smile not quite a smile. "Why has the Imperial Preceptor come to watch such a minor competition? Does someone in your household intend to join the Imperial Guards as well?"
Pan Yun raised her chin toward the seating platform across from them. "I came to watch them."
Shi Heng turned