Aftermath

The Huay Public House.

Song Shiling was sitting in the armchair, fiddling a white jade pendant in his palm. He absentmindedly raised his head to look at an elderly man standing in front of him.

The elderly man was frail and thin and did not practice any form of martial arts. He quietly stood there calmly.

He silently looked at Song Shiling. "Heir to the High Duke, I honestly didn't realize the existence of a faction called the Golden Summit Palace."

Song Shiling calmly replied, "Much like an ox's fur, there are many martial arts factions in the world. It's not completely impossible."

The elderly man shook his head. "He can sneak away from the Lady and her maid even with the presence of six Grandmasters. He's definitely not an ordinary master. Owning such a powerful master makes the Golden Summit Palace a powerful faction."

"Maybe they're a reclusive faction that does not let others know of their talents," Song Shiling replied.