Knock, knock, knock!
Just as Ephemeral Old Man finished his divination, a knock sounded outside the quiet room.
"Sir, I am a steward of Qing Shan Pavilion!"
The voice came immediately after. Though its owner was unseen, one could tell from the sound alone that she was a beauty—soft and lilting, utterly pleasant to the ear.
"Come in!"
The master and disciple sat properly in their respective places. With a wave of Ephemeral Old Man's hand, the door opened.
A woman walked in, appearing to be twenty-four or twenty-five. Her goose-yellow robe outlined her graceful figure, and her skin was fair. Though her looks could not compare to Luo Qingcheng and the others, she was still a rare beauty. Her eyes in particular carried a seductive gleam; every movement she made could drive men mad.
"I am Yan Liusu, a steward of Qing Shan Pavilion. I heard that the two of you wished to see me. May I ask what this is about?"
Yan Liusu swayed over, perfectly displaying her figure. Yet, to her disappointment, neither of the two men in the room gave her so much as a proper glance.
An ordinary man would likely have already been bewitched and intoxicated. She had gained no small number of benefits through this very trait, so encountering such a situation left her rather surprised.
She had seen her share of the world. After her initial surprise, she immediately realized these two were no simple people. She quickly put away her little schemes and adopted a respectful attitude.
"How much authority do you have in Qing Shan Pavilion?"
Seeing how quickly she grasped the situation, Ephemeral Old Man stroked his beard.
"Though I am young, the Pavilion Master of Qing Shan Pavilion is my uncle. I hold decision-making power over seventy percent