Banquet(8)

The YuanLi cultivators soon made their way to the courtyard of Li Jiao, where they waited outside its oval entrance to be called in by the chamber maids. Purple and pink flowers sprung from the tree that grew within the courtyard, it's petals scattered on the ground and giving a wispy beauty.

"I don't see anyone, do you think they are still attending to Lady Li?"

A worried look settled on the face of Chao Yikun as he closely looked at those of Fu Zian to see if he thought the same.

"We are in no place to complain, if sect leader's daughter is not yet ready, then we wait!"

"But what if he scolds us for not showing up on time?!"

Chao Yikun's height was almost three inches shorter than Fu Zian, as the two stood side by side with one looking well composed while the other felt the need to bite on his nails in agitation.

"Senior Fu! I fear Sect Leader Li! Isn't there a way for us to announce our presence?!"