"Grandmaster, please wait here as I talk to my father about the situation." Irta said before stepping out of the room, leaving Wang Ling and his disciples to wait.
"Make sure to meet the demands of the people staying inside. Especially the one wearing the white robes, he's a man worthy of our utmost respect. Treat him as you would treat me."
"We understand, Young Master."
Stepping out he ordered the servants to their best so that Wang Ling would not be left dissatisfied with anything.
Irta walked with haste, his expressions growing heavier by the second. With massive steps, he eventually reached his father's study.
BAM! The door opened with a slam.
"Older brother, you've returned!" a beautiful young bespectacled girl's face beamed as she saw the face of her brother. She ran to his embrace, hugging him as tightly as she could, "We thought that you had died since you didn't come back from the Eastern Villages."