Everyone followed the sound with their eyes and discovered that its owner was a middle-aged man clad in black armor.
Yet the armor was not only worn and shabby, but ill-fitting as well. It hung loosely on him, concealing his vigor and spirit and giving him a dispirited air.
His face was gaunt, and the circles beneath his eyes were darkened. "They said things had been unsettled lately! I told you to hide these magic treasures properly! Didn't the court issue you orders?"
Anger showed on the man's face. He ignored Ye Tian and the others outright and spoke directly to the fat steward.
The fat steward had initially been uneasy upon hearing a voice behind him, but once he saw who had arrived, he immediately straightened his back and said,
"The court has sent down plenty of orders, but not every one of them can be carried out. Though I am a steward of an outside surname, I am utterly loyal to the Sima Family. Why should I fear you thinking I would do anything detrimental?"
The man's gaze finally swept over Ye Tian and the others, passing over each of them in a glance, though it lingered for several breaths longer on Bai Xiang and Ye Tian. His tone softened somewhat.
"It is not that I fear you doing anything detrimental. It is merely a special time, and you know that..."
The man still wanted to say more, but the fat steward impatiently cut him off with a wave.
"Lord Ye, when addressed pleasantly, you are still Lord Ye. But everyone knows that Lord Ye exiled to this place is no longer the true Lord Ye. And speaking of harm, if you had not done that sort of thing back then, how would the Sima Family have fallen