Young Master Li lay reclining in his chair, eyes slightly closed, facing the vast lake.
At the freshwater canal at the lake's mouth, servants and merchants were loading and unloading goods in the snow.
Whoever passed by this nameless pavilion would bow slightly or salute, calling out "Young Master Li."
Young Master Li didn't respond, simply lying there calmly.
Li Yuan folded his umbrella and waited quietly.
After a while, the servant led three people dressed in Blood Blade Sect uniforms to the pavilion.
The three were two men and one woman, all around Li Yuan's age, or perhaps two or three years older—all considered teenagers.
Once all four were present, Master Li, with his eyes closed, began to chant:
"Outer Disciple 180, Zhao Zhinan."
A boy with a somewhat menacing look and numb
