As the thought crossed her mind, Lü Niangrong tightened her grip on the longsword in her hand.
At the same time, members of the three great merchant guilds had completely packed the main street, both inside and out. But they immediately parted to form a path, and three old men walked forward, side by side.
The leading elder leaned on a cane, his eyelids lowered. His voice was neither loud nor soft, neither sharp nor mild.
"Miss Lü the Elder, by order of our superiors, we must ask you to come with us."
"Where to?" Lü Niangrong gripped her longsword, her focus sharpening as she took a stance.
"To see Lü Buwei, of course." The leader, Elder Bai, smiled. "Lü Buwei is truly impressive. He's fighting against the ancestors of my Bai Family and the Fan Family, yet he's not losing any ground at all."
He paused, then chuckled again.
