Clad in a Martial Warrior's short robe, Lü Bufan flew through the air until he landed before a dilapidated pavilion halfway up a mountain.
Two men in black bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Attendant Lü. The Third Prince has been awaiting you for quite some time. Please come with us..."
Lü Bufan nodded. "Sorry for the trouble."
Jingting Mountain was neither large nor tall. Its slopes held many cliff inscriptions left by scholars and poets of old, along with ancient tombs and broken steles, but no traces of cultivators.
Although Lü Bufan hardly counted as a scholar or poet, he had done a considerable amount of serious reading back in Two Realms Village. That shameless Village Head, Wei Wuchen, was indeed learned and talented, and the books he had left behind were vast and profound in content.
In the distance, a mottled grove of purple bamboo swayed gently in the mountain breeze, sending out rustling sounds like clear waves rippling through a sea of bamboo.
A young man in brocade robes stood before a bamboo gate with his hands behind his back and a composed expression, smiling at Lü Bufan. Behind him stood an old attendant in a sapphire-blue python robe, bowed and solemn, his aura powerful and enduring...
"Attendant Lü! It was discourteous of me to invite you so presumptuously. Please come inside... I must first drink a cup in penance today!"
Lü Bufan cupped his hands. "You're too kind, Your Highness. If you need anything, you need only send someone with instructions."
Sima Xiu waved a hand. "We're the same age. Let's dispense with these seasoned veterans' polite formalities and have a drink first. If you still find me an eyesore afterward, Attendant Lü, I'll respectfully see you out! How does that sound?"
Lü Bufan smiled. "Your Highness really does