"Yes, Master Wu!"
Old Li responded immediately upon hearing this, and then hurriedly left the reception room.
Not long after, he returned to the room, leading someone in.
Everyone's gaze naturally focused on this person.
This person's skin was entirely dark, holding a wooden box about thirty centimeters high in his hands. His face was full of wrinkles, his hair gray, making it impossible to guess his age.
He was wearing a short shirt made of white linen, adorned with red knotted buttons.
Below, he wore a pair of dark green pants, somewhere between a skirt and pants, revealing his dark ankles and bare feet.
Besides Han Kai, Wu Lili, and Tie Xiong, the rest had spent anywhere from ten to twenty years in Southeast Asia.
So they could immediately tell that what Master Weicai was wearing was traditional attire from an Island Country in Southeast Asia.
"Master Weicai, please have a seat!"
Fifth Han quickly stood up, joined his hands, and bowed respectfully to the guest.
"Hmm!"
