Luo Lie
Editor: Henyee Translations
Xiang Chengyun guided Ling Han to a different courtyard.
The Left Minister's residence was indeed vast. There was more than a hundred guest rooms. Each one was well-proportioned and beautifully decorated, just like a delicate piece of artwork, causing observers to have a kind of irresistible urge to go in and disrupt the aesthetic perception.
The Left Minister was a very busy man, and this popular figure serving under the Left Minister did not seem to be very free, either—after making arrangements for Ling Han's stay, he politely informed Ling Han that the latter might seek him out should any matter come up, then turned around and left.
Ling Han certainly knew that Xiang Chengyun was merely being courteous towards him. What was his own identity? In fact, he was no different from the sovereign of a defeated country. Moreover, he hadn't even stepped into the Immortal level, so how could he make others hold him in high regard?