Upon returning to his manor, Yan Moshan exchanged his clothes for a Confucian Scholar's Robe, regaining the refined and elegant appearance of a scholar. Covered by the broad white robe, Yan Moshan's muscular frame was completely concealed. His skin, as pale as mutton fat, along with his somewhat gaunt but handsome face, carried a slightly wicked smile. His waist-length hair was tied with a green jade ribbon, and he held a folding fan adorned with a profusion of flowers in his hand, all of which gave him the air of a charming scion of chaos.
"What's the news you were supposed to find out? Have you located the person?" Having changed his clothes, Yan Moshan came to the courtyard, where a dozen of his personal soldiers were waiting.