The Affairs Hall stood at the foot of Laojun Peak. Li Wuyi brought Li Yan down, put away his magic artifact, then beckoned Li Yan to follow him toward the entrance of the Affairs Hall.
At that moment, quite a few people were coming and going before the Affairs Hall. Upon seeing Li Wuyi, some saluted him, some smiled and nodded in greeting. Some addressed him as "Martial Uncle" or "Martial Elder Uncle," while others called him "Senior Brother" or "Junior Brother." Then, with curiosity, they sized up Li Yan behind him. Li Yan looked quite miserable at the moment. Though he had washed his face with clean water and his leg wound was gone, the black robe that had once been considered decent even in the mortal world was now ragged and stained with blood and grime. He looked as though Li Wuyi had rescued him from somewhere.
Li Yan was very calm inside and did not feel embarrassed in the least. He simply followed behind Li Wuyi, step by step.
After climbing more than ten steps, they arrived at the entrance. Two disciples in dark green robes stood there. Li Yan could sense that the spiritual power on these two was far greater than his own. As for what realm they were in, that was beyond the judgment of a rookie like him.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Li. May I ask what brings Martial Uncle here? Is there anything this disciple can do for you?" The two had long since seen Li Wuyi approaching and clearly recognized him. One of them, a middle-aged man around thirty, stepped forward and bowed as he spoke, though his eyes flicked toward Li Yan.
"Ah, which Senior Brother is on duty here today?" Li Wuyi asked with a smile after coming to a