Less than half a quarter-hour later, a whistling sound rose outside the hall, and three figures entered side by side.
The one in the lead sat in a wheelchair. He was none other than the white-haired young man to whom Yan Wushi had reported on his mission earlier. Beside him stood a short old man with graying hair and beard, but he was spirited and ruddy-faced, his tiger-like eyes bright and keen. One glance was enough to tell he was a forthright man.
Beside the old man stood a young woman in white, with hair cascading like a waterfall and a graceful, alluring figure that stirred the imagination. Unfortunately, a white veil covered the woman's face, concealing her true features.
"City Lord, you returned so quickly this time? May I ask what instructions you have for us?" The white-haired young man in the wheelchair glanced at Shen Luo beside him and spoke first.
"Why are there only three of you? Where are Mei and Man Bo?" Little Master asked with a frown.
"Man Bo is working in the Hundred Refinement Hall on an order the East Sea Dragon Palace sent not long ago. He cannot spare the time to come. As for Mei, he is still tending to that Spice Manor," the white-haired young man said helplessly.
"Man Bo has work to do, so that is understandable. But Mei is growing bolder by the day. If he keeps doing as he pleases and disregarding the Council of Elders' affairs, he will be expelled, and we will find another elder to take his place!" Little Master said sternly.
"Yes. I will convey your wishes to him afterward, City Lord." The white-haired young man rubbed his head, as though Mei gave him quite a headache.
"Oh, my, what a monstrous injustice! Who