Within the Haisha Sect, tea fragrance curled through an open pavilion built beside a cliff.
A handsome young man who looked to be in his early thirties sat there in Haisha Sect elder's robes, with a carefree air between his brows. He was Elder Qiao Hongyun.
Across from him sat a middle-aged woman whose charm had yet to fade. She was Wu Hui, another elder of real authority within the sect.
Standing behind Wu Hui was a young man with a longsword at his waist: Chen Lin, who currently ranked third on the Haisha Sect Chief Candidate List.
The three were casually discussing recent personnel changes within the sect, the atmosphere relaxed and familiar.
"So, the position of deputy deacon of the Patrol Sea Hall has been settled for Junior Nephew Liu?" Wu Hui asked with a smile after taking a light sip of tea.
As Qiao Hongyun refilled her cup, he nodded. "The boy handles matters reliably, and his cultivation has just about reached the right stage. After some further experience, he may prove useful in the future."
As he spoke, he took another clean teacup and poured a cup for Chen Lin behind Wu Hui. "Nephew-Disciple Chen, have a taste of this Mist Sea Cloud Needle. It's this year's newly delivered tea."
Chen Lin hurriedly bowed slightly and accepted it with both hands. "Thank you, Uncle Qiao."
His every movement was proper and composed, displaying the bearing of a core disciple from a prestigious great sect.
Just then, an on-duty disciple hurried into the open pavilion and bowed to Qiao Hongyun. "Elder Qiao, a guest has arrived outside the mountain gate. He claims to be your old friend and wishes to see you."
Without even raising his head, Qiao Hongyun casually asked, "Oh? Did he give his name?"