Just then, someone knocked on the door. Zuo Feng lifted his wine cup without even glancing toward it. "What is it? Speak!"
A voice came from outside. "Reporting to the hall master: Kuang Xiong has taken eight sub-hall masters and is heading for Guanglong Hall in a menacing rush."
"Good!"
Zuo Feng slammed down his wine cup. "Haha! That Hall Master Xu was still thinking he could meet every change with an unchanging response, but Kuang Xiong got the jump on him. Let's see how he gets himself out of this one."
Lei Qianxiao laughed heartily too. "Looks like even the heavens are helping us! Guanglong Hall's headquarters is in a fine location. My hall's headquarters is a little cramped, so I'll move it there when the time comes. You two won't object, will you?"
Zuo Feng and Wang Qijue exchanged smiles, both looking completely at ease.
When Kuang Xiong led the eight sub-hall masters to Guanglong Hall in a menacing rush, Xu Yi was washing his hair. The enormous reception hall was empty of guests, but all the senior officers, stewards, and attendants stood in neat rows on either side, a dark mass that gave off an imposing air.
Four pretty maids busied themselves around him: one washed his hair, one changed the water, one wiped away the dripping water, and one fanned him from the side, helping Esteemed Official Xu maintain his graceful bearing.
Esteemed Official Xu reclined on a chaise longue, his neck resting against a well-shaped, curved cushion. Eyes closed, he let several beautiful maids attend to him.
He hadn't intended to wash his hair, but when Desolate Ancestor wheeled out the specially designed bed he'd painstakingly invented for hair washing, Xu Yi had become interested.
Sometimes, Xu Yi even felt that taking the path