"He's just throwing his weight around because he's old," Li Mu scoffed.
"Come, come, ignore them. Esteemed envoys, please..."
"Hey, look! Is that Xiang Minghou, the former Great General of Beili?"
A voice cut off Old Prince Feng.
Upon hearing this, Li Mu immediately rushed out the door to look down the street. The other two envoys, having heard of Xiang Minghou's fame, also went to the entrance to get a look.
Xiang Minghou was dressed in light-colored brocade robes with a sash around his waist and his hair held up by a jade coronet. His face was clean-shaven, but the three scars on it looked rather intimidating.
The soft brocade could not hide his powerful aura. Wherever he passed, the crowd parted for him.
"Xiang Minghou greets Elder Chen on his birthday and wishes him a long and happy life," Xiang Minghou said, bowing low.
"Hurry and rise, Minghou. Where is Pangtuan?" Elder Chen walked down a few steps and helped him up, his eyes looking past him for his dear apprentice.
