The two elders could sense nothing from Taishu Jing and the other two, yet the more this was the case, the more they felt that the three of them were far from ordinary.
The two said nothing more, merely feeling a little sentimental. They recalled a saying: the waves behind on the Yangtze River drove those before them onward. Nothing could describe it better.
Within the City Lord's Mansion.
Murong An sat in the seat of honor, while Elder Hong and Elder Bai sat below him. Maidservants stood nearby, serving the two tea.
"City Lord Murong, may I ask who those three young men are? Could you tell us?"
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Elder Hong spoke up. Upon hearing this, Elder Bai across from him also looked toward Murong An, interest gleaming in his eyes.
"Haha, those two brothers are my grandsons. The other is a friend of my two grandsons."
Murong An explained gladly.
"I never expected such outstanding young talents to be City Lord Murong's grandsons. This has truly broadened our horizons. Yun Country actually has such gifted youths."
A flicker of shock passed through Elder Bai's eyes.
In another small courtyard.
Taishu Jing lay atop the roof, gazing idly at the sky. The sky was so blue!
Thinking back to today, although the people from Tianguang Sect had been somewhat overbearing, they had not done anything else excessive. Perhaps he had been overthinking it, Taishu Jing felt.
Though he had read many novels in his past life, the usual trope was that countless villains would always leap out to make trouble before the protagonist, only to be shown up and slapped in the face by the protagonist's grand display of power.
Yet after truly entering such a reality, Taishu Jing discovered that things were not so