Zhu Dabiao rubbed his eyes, confirming that he was not seeing things. The face of the person seated on the golden chair was still so familiar. His head buzzed, and for a moment he was left tongue-tied, his mouth dry, not knowing what to say...
Among Zhang Tie's disciples, few noticed Zhu Dabiao's expression at that moment. Led by Liu Xing, the group of disciples entered and looked around, only to find that their master, "Cui Li," was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a strange young man they had never met before sat in their "master's" seat, while Bai Suxian was quietly standing at the young man's side. The lively atmosphere from the moment they entered instantly turned cold. Everyone stared at Zhang Tie and the seat he occupied; anger had already appeared on some faces.
Liu Xing stood at the front of the disciples. Even without turning around, he knew how many gazes were gathered behind him at that moment—all of them were waiting for their senior brother to speak.
"Martial Aunt Bai, Master summoned us here. May I ask where Master is now?" Liu Xing glanced at Zhang Tie, his expression calm as he addressed Bai Suxian first. Yet before Bai Suxian could answer, Liu Xing softened his tone and spoke directly to Zhang Tie. "This little brother, the seat you are sitting in is our master's seat. It is not a seat just anyone may occupy. If you are a guest invited by Master and Martial Aunt Bai, you may sit over there!" Liu Xing pointed to several rows of seats along the side of the room.
Bai Suxian did not answer Liu Xing. Instead, she glanced at Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie laughed. Merely seeing the expressions in his disciples' eyes and on their faces, and feeling