"How many people are there?" The guard asked, immediately aware of the extraordinary aura emanating from the group.
The person in the lead reached out for his waist token and presented it. The guard examined it, bowed respectfully, and opened the gate, inviting them in. He then whispered to another guard, instructing him to deliver a message inside.
The City Lord was walking towards the courtyard, wondering if the sect's people, whom Young Master Xuanyuan had mentioned, would actually arrive after so many days.
As he pondered, he saw the housekeeper hurrying towards him. "What's wrong? Why the panic?" he asked.
"Master, master, the Immortal Sect, the Immortal Sect's people are here," the butler said, his breath slightly labored.
The City Lord's expression brightened. "Have tea prepared immediately. I'll personally welcome them," he said, adjusting his robes and walking forward.
