"Tie Kuang's envoy?" Upon hearing this, Ning Zhuo gently rubbed the rim of his teacup with his fingertips, his gaze slightly shifting.
Mu Yuehua tactfully stood up: "Since the young master has urgent matters, I shall not disturb you."
Ning Zhuo raised his head, standing up to see her off: "I have noted today's conversation. Fellow Daoist Mu's request will be handled according to the rules by Nanming Village."
Mu Yuehua nodded slightly, the hem of her moon-white dress sweeping past the threshold, like a sliver of cold light fading from Ning Zhuo's sight.
Ning Zhuo instructed Gongsun Yan to see the guest off.
Meanwhile, Ning Zhuo paced within his study, contemplating the purpose behind Tie Kuang sending an envoy.
The room was filled with faint tea smoke, a thin line of flickering lamplight casting his shadow long and delicate.
Before long, the envoy entered.
