"I quite agree with what you just said."
"....." The Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname.
From atop the circular watchtower, a gentle voice as smooth as jade rang out without warning.
The Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname instinctively widened his narrow, squinting eyes for a brief moment upon hearing the words, but soon regained his composure and looked toward the direction of the voice.
Before him stood a handsome young man in an ornate robe, whose presence behind him seemed to appear out of thin air.
Fixing his gaze on the other briefly, the Wen Surname Scholar graciously performed a salute, holding his folding fan:
"Wen, greets the Third Young Master."
Xu Yuan stepped forward slowly, glancing at the scholar's gesture, and chuckled:
"It seems your status is quite high, to have figured out my identity."
The Wen Surname Scholar replied equivocally in a voice as soft as a gentleman's warmth:
