"Mr. Chen Ping, please come in. I've already informed the sect master."
Led by the young steward, Chen Ping soon arrived before a great hall and stepped inside. This was the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's Conference Hall.
At the northern end of the hall, the seat of honor faced south: a large carved rosewood chair with an enormous piece of jade set into its back.
The jade was emerald green and gave off a faint, gentle warmth. It was a piece of the finest warm jade.
A middle-aged man sat upright in the carved rosewood chair. His face was as fine as polished jade, with a straight nose and a square mouth, and his appearance was refined and mild. A hint of appraisal lay in his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses as he exchanged a smile of greeting with Chen Ping. His gaze was gentle; he looked more like a scholar.
Chen Ping's gaze lingered briefly on the middle-aged man, and he soon noticed several trigger-type Soul Tools equipped on his body. Every one of them appeared to be of a high grade.
This did not surprise Chen Ping. After all, given the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's wealth, it would have been news if they could not afford high-grade Defensive Soul Tools.
What caught Chen Ping's attention was that, apart from one Soul Tool resembling a cubic triangular solid, all the Defensive Soul Tools on the man shared an extremely consistent style, seemingly the work of the same Soul Engineer.
Hmm.
Chen Ping blinked. Could these all have been made by Mo Fang?
The thought made a single circuit through Chen Ping's mind before he cast it aside.
It was just like how peers in academic circles could recognize an author from the style of a paper, or how