In the study, sandalwood incense curled through the air.
An old man in a hemp robe sat upright in the seat of honor. His eyes were closed, and his fingers lightly tapped against the desk as though he were waiting for something.
He was Jia Xing Tian, the stabilizing pillar of the Jia Ma Imperial Family.
When Yao Ye led Lu Heng and Ya Fei into the study, his tapping fingers suddenly stopped.
His eyes slowly opened, and a gaze that seemed cloudy yet concealed a sharp glint immediately fell upon Lu Heng.
Though he had heard about him countless times from Yao Ye, Jia Xing Tian's heart still gave a heavy jolt when he saw Lu Heng's excessively young face in person.
Was this the young man whose alchemy rivaled Gu He's, whose soul power might even surpass his own?
Having lived for so many years, he had never seen such a monstrous talent.
For a moment, Jia Xing Tian even wondered whether this was some ancient monster disguising himself through rejuvenation.
Jia Xing Tian composed himself and slowly rose to his feet, a kindly smile appearing on his face.
"Then this must be Master Lu Heng. A true hero indeed emerges in his youth."
"You flatter me, Old Jia." Lu Heng nodded slightly.
Ya Fei also bowed. "Ya Fei greets Old Jia."
"No need for such formality, Ya Fei."
Jia Xing Tian smiled and waved a hand. His gaze moved between Ya Fei and Lu Heng, carrying a meaningful undertone.
"Please, sit."
After serving them fragrant tea, Yao Ye quietly withdrew to one side.
As everyone took their seats, the atmosphere in the study became somewhat subtle.
Jia Xing Tian did not beat around the bush. He urgently needed to confirm one matter.
He looked at Lu Heng,