As Li Hao spotted him, the man spotted Li Hao too. Beneath his loose, disheveled hair, a pair of deep, restrained eyes swept toward him. His gaze was calm, yet carried an innate, razor-sharp menace.
Unique Skill Realm... Li Hao studied him carefully. Though the man's gaze was piercing, he did not seem to harbor any killing intent.
He glanced around. The courtyard had not been damaged either, which eased his mind.
"May I ask who you are, senior?"
Li Hao approached him and sat on the cushion usually reserved for guests. Casually picking up the tea that had already been brewed, he took a sip himself.
"My surname is Jiang. Jiang Lichen."
The old man's eyes were cold. He paid no mind to Li Hao's actions, merely staring intently at his face.
"You certainly kept me waiting!"
Jiang... Li Hao froze for a moment. That was the Imperial Clan's surname. Was this old man a member of the Imperial Clan?
Still, with his current status as a Gong-rank Noble, he did not need to perform a grand obeisance even before the Imperial Clan.
"What business have you been waiting for me about, Your Highness?" Li Hao asked. He glanced at the man's clothes, which looked little different from a beggar's rags. This prince seemed rather eccentric.
"I waited outside the Mo River to receive you, yet you slipped off to You Province without a soul knowing. When I heard and chased you to You Province, you went to Qing Prefecture. By the time I chased you to Qing Prefecture, you had returned here..."
It would have been better left unsaid. As Jiang Lichen spoke, anger gradually crept into his voice. Never in his life had anyone led him around by the nose like this.
"..."
Li Hao was speechless.