"You may go now. Let him come in alone." An aged voice, filled with authority, rang out from within the room.
"Yes, sir." Nan Gong shot Li Huowang a discreet, cautionary glance before turning and departing.
Staring at the half-open wooden door before him, Li Huowang took a deep breath and pushed it open to enter.
The room was not large, and looked like any ordinary study; on the bookshelf to the left various paper books and illustrated texts were arranged, and just as in Zhuge Yuan's bamboo tower, the walls were covered in calligraphy and paintings.
If this place were not hidden in the deepest recesses of the Astrological Bureau, Li Huowang would have thought it belonged to some learned scholar.
"Er Jiu pays his respects to the Deputy Astrologer!" Lowering his head, Li Huowang bowed respectfully.
"So you are Er Jiu? Lift up your head."
As the other saw clearly the fleshless face, Li Huowang also took in the features of this Deputy Astrologer.
