Golden Scale Pavilion.
Inside the guest courtyard where visitors waited to be received.
"Please wait a moment, Prefect. Allow me to notify that young master first."
Arriving at the door to Xu Taiping's guest room, the steward of Youyun Prefecture cautiously sought permission from Prefect Qiu beside him.
Although he had confidence in his own people, there was always the possibility of a mishap, so he wanted to go ahead and check first.
If something really had gone wrong, he could prepare a response in advance.
"Go ahead."
Prefect Qiu nodded.
He, too, felt it would be somewhat improper to enter so abruptly.
Hearing this, the steward inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, then hurried forward and knocked on the door with two bangs.
"Young Master Xu, it is your turn to meet the Prefect."
The steward called into the room.
But even after a long wait, there was still no response from inside.
Prefect Qiu Shanyuan immediately frowned, feeling slightly displeased. He thought this cultivator from True Martial Heaven was rather impolite.
Yet when the steward received no response from inside, his heart filled with delight.
Because this meant that the cultivator from True Martial Heaven inside had already been taken away by their people.
As for how he would account for the man's disappearance to the Prefect behind him, that was simple.
"Prefect, there should be no one inside. Perhaps some cultivator was here under a false identity and slipped away in advance for fear you would see through him."
The steward spoke with a trace of "anger" on his face.
"Open the door and take a look."
Prefect Qiu still insisted that the steward open the door.
"Yes."
The steward was now perfectly composed.
To his mind, the continued silence inside could mean only one thing-*our people