Who could be so esteemed within Dongfang Pavilion?
Even the Emperor of True Martial Country, upon seeing him, would respectfully address him as "Old Master."
Yet now, he himself claimed to be "an old servant."
It was hard to imagine the heritage of the young lady in the room whom the elder of Dongfang Pavilion referred to as "Miss."
"Uncle Dongfang has arrived, please come in." A gentle voice came from within the room.
Dongfang Pavilion pushed open the door.
He saw a woman of about twenty years of age, seated at the table. Fragrant tea was brewing on the table, and the entire room was filled with a delicate fragrance.
This lady was dressed in a long white gown that wrapped her breathtaking figure, her skin as white as snow, her face stunningly beautiful, like an immortal who had descended from the heavens to the mortal world.
"This old servant pays his respects to the Miss!" Dongfang Pavilion bowed to the woman.