Deep within the Manor.
The two went straight to a quiet room.
Lian Youming saw no one. He simply calmed himself, settled into meditation, and rested his mind.
Once tonight passed, he would meet the assembled heroes tomorrow.
The night passed uneventfully. At daybreak the next morning, Yang Qing brought him an outfit.
Yet Lian Youming looked at it strangely. He had only said he wanted to change into a military uniform; he had never expected her to bring out a sea-blue outfit.
"This isn't appropriate, is it?"
It was actually a general's dress uniform.
Apart from the missing shoulder insignia, it was identical.
Lian Youming got quite a fright.
"Is this Boss Du's?"
Yang Qing straightened its sleeves. "Someone gave it to him. He just never wore it."
As she spoke, she seemed to realize she had made a mistake. She shook her head. "My fault. Looking at you makes me feel as though I'm looking at Boss Du back in those days." With that, Yang Qing went out and returned with a Zhongshan Suit.
"Good! You look sharp. It's about time. Let's head over and meet everyone first."
"All right!"
After changing, Lian Youming turned and headed for the main hall.
In the early morning light, rows of chairs filled the vast hall. Apart from Yang Shuang and the others, most of the dozens present were unfamiliar faces, with all manner of peculiar clothing.
At his entrance, some rose to their feet, some remained firmly seated, some gave him cold sidelong looks, and some quietly studied him.
Those who stood were, naturally, on friendly terms with Yang Lian and Yang Qing.
At their head was a man in a white suit and tie, holding a handkerchief. His hair gleamed with oil, combed meticulously into place, and he wore