This man had served as a minister during the King of Qi's reign.
His son was still serving as a governor.
He himself had, of course, retired long ago. At his age and seniority, even Xun Yi had to bow in greeting when they met.
Among all the great clans of Yanzhou, he was also one of the most prominent figures. When disputes arose between the great clans, they usually invited him to mediate.
At the moment, quite a few people accompanied him.
Besides Wei Lie, there were Jiang Rui, Fan Qiao, Sun Mi, Gaotang Chen, Humu Yuan, and others.
They all came from great clans and possessed immense fortunes. Even if they fell short of a super-clan like Xun Yi's, they could not be taken lightly.
Xun Yi was still somewhat suspicious.
He could not say he had no friendship with these men, but their relationships certainly were not particularly close. Their sudden visit as a group made Xun Yi feel that they must want something from him.
But he did not know what help an old man like him, holding an empty position without power or influence, could offer them now.
They drank some more wine and filled their stomachs. Only then did Xun Yi dismiss the dancing girls and lead the men to his study.
"Lord Xun's study has a character all its own. I have heard that when the classics are passed down through a family, their literary spirit naturally manifests. Looking at the literary spirit here, it seems to gather the essence of every school of learning..."
The moment they entered, the men began offering praise.
At their compliments, Xun Yi showed no pleasure. Instead, he frowned.
Though he could not be considered an able minister, he was, after all, someone who had risen to