At that moment, a clamorous noise arose. A group of people entered from outside the Biya Residence, led by a man dressed in a white robe, his entire appearance reminiscent of an ancient, graceful young nobleman – he was none other than Situ Yuntian.
By his side followed a flashy young man, who was the very image of a prodigal son, with five or six people trailing behind.
"Quiet down, do not chatter carelessly!"
Situ Yuntian looked at the man and spoke, and the latter obediently clamped his mouth shut.
Situ Yuntian's gaze swept directly towards the pavilion, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He fashioned a smile on his lips and walked over, standing quietly to savor the music from the zither.
As soon as the zither performance concluded, Situ Yuntian said, "Qingcheng, may I have a moment of your time?"
"Is there something you need from me, Young Master Situ?"