It was rare to hear Xiezhi provide useful information, but Ji Yuan had no further thoughts about Li Feng. He maintained his usual calm, after all; he had already made many unfavorable assumptions about Li Feng's situation before.
This time, Ji Yuan did not wait until Li Feng came to Mud Dust Temple the next day to leave him a letter. By the time he had finished questioning Xiezhi, dusk was already approaching, so Ji Yuan chose to visit Li Manor in person.
The street lay beneath the lingering glow of sunset, glimmering gold. Standing at the Blacksmith Shop and gazing toward the distant entrance of Li Manor was Little Gold, with the last iron artifact forged that day beside him.
The old blacksmith approached with a smile. He glanced over the items lined up nearby—whether farm tools or kitchen utensils, all were excellent—then looked at Little Gold and found that the taciturn man seemed lost in thought.
"Little Gold, what are you looking at?"
Little Gold pointed toward the front of Li Manor.
"Looking over there."
Following the direction of Little Gold's finger, the old blacksmith looked over. Before Li Manor stood a man in a white robe, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. Though he was some distance away, his stance and bearing suggested that he was a highly learned mister. That air of confidence and composure was not something a nervous scholar visiting Li Manor could possess.
In the old blacksmith's view, Li Manor's servants repeatedly tried to invite the mister inside, but he merely shook his head slightly and declined each time.
"Hehe, now that's rare. Who outside wouldn't want to enter Li Manor? Right? Yet this man refuses to go in."
The old blacksmith chuckled as he spoke, nudging Little Gold with his