"Disciple Wang Ba of Myriad Laws Peak, greetings to Master Song."
In the solemn and dignified hall, wisps of blue smoke rose from the incense burner, diffusing between the gilded beams adorned with painted dragons.
A somewhat deep voice quietly echoed within the hall.
At the far end of the hall, the figure hunched over the desk did not stop reviewing documents, glancing at the scrolls in front of him while casually greeting the visitor as if meeting an acquaintance:
"Ah, you've arrived, sit."
At the entrance of the hall, a figure with a respectful expression walked in quickly and silently.
That figure, with an unremarkable appearance and around twenty to thirty years in age, radiated a calm and composed aura; it was Wang Ba.
He walked to the center of the courtyard and bowed deeply.
His gaze swept across the room and promptly moved to kneel and sit behind a desk to one side of the hall.
"Sit closer."