Welcoming Immortals Pavilion

Wang Rui Kun waited for both of them to leave the hall. He then stood in the same place for a while. Afterwards, he stepped forward, and walked into a room inside the main hall.

A middle-aged man was seated in that room; his face was square in shape. And, he was clad in a yellow-embroidered robe.

"Vice President." The square-faced middle-aged man stood up and made a respectful bow as he saw Wang Rui Kun walking in.

"Well, there's no need of such formalities between the two of us," Wang Rui Kun beckoned with his hand.

The two then sat down on their respective seats, and the attendant served them tea.

"Elder Yun, what do you think about today's matter and Zhong Xiu?" Wang Rui Kun took a sip of the tea, and asked.

"This woman has a brilliant mind. She's not very old, but she has still faced this difficult situation in a calm and collected manner. It's hard to come by people with this sort of behavior," the square-faced middle-aged man said.

"Well, go on." Wang Rui Kun said.