Altar Leader

It was deep into the night and the moonlight was as clear as day.

Ji Ruyu glided into one of the residences where the compound was brightly lit. 

She trod near and saw the two in the hall. Her face instantly changed. 

There sat two people in the hall, one was Fang Jing. His figure was long and lean and his complexion, as clear as jade. Under the light, he had the kindest features, thriving in spirit. 

Sitting at his end was a middle-aged man, round-faced and short. The skin of his face was rough and uneven. His pair of eyes leaked of an edge. 

Ji Ruyu's face slightly changed when she saw that he was present. Throbbing in her heart, her thoughts turned quickly. She could not make use of the excuse prepared earlier. 

It was fortunate that prior to her arrival, Lu Yurong had given two excuses to prevent such circumstances from happening.