After hearing the other party's words, Zhuge Yuan stood stunned for quite a while before he came to his senses and hurriedly replied, "You overpraise me, Elder. I have merely followed my master for many years and seen a little more than others. It is not worth mentioning."
From the meaning behind the old man's words, he did not seem terribly angry. Perhaps there was still room to maneuver.
He himself did not care, but Li Jinshu must not be punished for helping him. After all, he had been the one to ask for Li Jinshu's help.
Not only had Li Jinshu helped him without asking for anything in return, but if he were punished over this matter as well, Zhuge Yuan would truly feel terribly guilty.
"This insight is far from ordinary. Ordinary households do not possess such insight." With his hands behind his back, the old man began circling Zhuge Yuan. "Tell me. Who are you, and where did you come from?"
"Grandmaster, he was the one from before—" Before Li Jinshu could finish, the old man swept his hand, and Li Jinshu's mouth was wiped onto his broad sleeve. "Did I ask you? Does this brat not have a mouth?"
Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan quickly gave him the short version and explained the entire sequence of events.
"You say that you were the one who begged Li Jinshu to bring you here? And you were also the one who knew there was a way here for you to enter Minglun Hall?" The old man kept a stern face as he confirmed it again.
Zhuge Yuan glanced at him and nodded repeatedly. "Yes."
The old man nodded, slowly raised his long sleeve, and brought Li Jinshu's mouth, stuck to the cuff, to his ear, quietly listening to something.