Ten days later.
Gui Guzi, Dong Zhongshu, Li Bai, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi returned.
Qin Wudao was overjoyed and held a celebration banquet at the royal palace.
The banquet was extremely lively, the ministers toasted and drank together, discussing the world, occasionally reciting poetry and playing music, like a gathering of friends.
"Your Majesty, the one-armed Guardian is here!"
As everyone was joyfully drinking, Li Ru approached Qin Wudao, bent over, and reported quietly.
"Lead the way ahead!"
Qin Wudao put down his wine cup, glanced at the bustling hall, without alarming anyone, he followed Li Ru and left for a side hall.
In the hall, a one-armed elder sat on a chair.
His eyes slightly closed, the empty sleeve fluttered, adding a touch of desolation.
"Senior!"
Qin Wudao stepped forward respectfully and saluted.
