Inside the Wang Clan's Welcome Pavilion.
"Why do you say that, Prefectural Governor?" Wang Shouzhe hurriedly supported his arm and arranged for him to sit before speaking, soothing him as well. "Don't panic, don't panic. Whatever it is, we can discuss it slowly."
Upon seeing Wang Shouzhe, Taishi Ankang seemed to have found his "pillar of support," and his emotions settled considerably.
Only then did Wang Shouzhe spare some attention for the people behind Taishi Ankang.
This time, Taishi Ankang had not come alone. Among those accompanying him was an elderly man.
The old man wore a simple long robe. His cultivation aura was profound and restrained, yet it faintly exerted some pressure on Wang Shouzhe. Clearly, like Taishi Ankang, he was a powerful Purple Mansion Realm cultivator.
However, compared with Taishi Ankang, who was still in his prime, this man's back had already begun to stoop. The skin on his face was covered in wrinkles, with obvious age spots visible in many places. Between his brows lingered an inextinguishable air of twilight. He looked decrepit, as though his days were numbered.
A small clan emblem was embroidered on the cuff of his somewhat worn sleeve.
In Longzuo Prefecture, Wang Shouzhe was no stranger to that emblem.
Wang Shouzhe, who had always placed great importance on intelligence work, recognized the old man's identity and origins at a glance.
Although Wang Shouzhe had recognized him, not knowing the purpose of his visit, he pretended otherwise and cupped his hands. "This senior possesses extraordinary bearing. May I ask which aristocratic clan's Purple Mansion Ancestor you are?"
Beside him, Taishi Ankang rubbed his head and said, "Shouzhe, look at me—I've been so anxious I've muddled my head. Let me introduce him first. This is Yan Yufei of the Longzuo Yan Clan, Ancestor Yufei."