The people were already finding it difficult to understand the development of the situation, all looking towards Master Qianhua.
The sound of commotion coming from outside was incessant, making Master Qianhua's heart burn with anxiety.
"Honored guests, there is a slight emergency, please allow me to handle it. For now, please return to your rooms to rest, or feel free to wander around the Qianhua Pavilion and let the maids know if you find any clothing you like."
Master Qianhua wore a faint smile, resorting to this delaying tactic.
The painters exchanged glances, knowing something was amiss, but they had no choice but to rise and take their leave.
"Master Qianhua!"
A shout filled with anger suddenly rang out, and at the same time the door flung open, allowing a large sheet of light to flood in, and a shadow was extended long on the ground.
The crowd focused their eyes and saw that the person blocking the doorway was, unexpectedly, a young man.
