Sensing the extraordinary aura outside the door, Yi Feng and Miss Bai both knew the visitor was no ordinary person. They exchanged a silent glance, and a trace of gravity appeared in both their eyes.
The aura of those outside was anything but ordinary, and it was impossible to tell friend from foe. Neither of them dared to be overconfident as they quietly rose to their feet.
The next moment.
A knock sounded slowly at the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The sound was steady and rhythmic, carrying a certain courtesy. The visitors did not seem to harbor any obvious hostility.
Yi Feng relaxed slightly and stepped forward to open the door.
When the courtyard gate opened.
The several people standing outside all cupped their fists in salute. Their attire was exceptional, and their bearing equally distinguished.
Especially the young man taking the lead in greeting them. His embroidered robe was extraordinarily magnificent, and every movement exuded nobility. Even though those behind him possessed considerable cultivation, they followed him respectfully.
When the man spoke, it was even more startling.
"Great Hero Yi, it has been a long time."
Hearing this, Yi Feng was taken aback.
He had lived in seclusion in this small mountain village for several years and had never revealed his name to outsiders. Even the children he saw every day at the school only called him Teacher Ah Dai.
This man was clearly unfamiliar, yet he seemed to know him?
Yi Feng grew somewhat wary and tested him with a reply.
"Sir, you are too courteous."
"You must have mistaken me for someone else. I am no Great Hero Yi, merely a village farmer named Ah Dai."
At those words, the richly dressed young man smiled and cupped his fists respectfully once more.
"Great Hero Yi, you jest.