'What incredible luck, to be on this young lord's mind. My ancestors must have done something truly virtuous.'
Just as the old scholar's scalp was tingling with dread and he was praying to all the gods and buddhas for salvation, his prayers were perhaps answered. Another person had just walked into the warehouse—a place that sometimes didn't see a single visitor in a month.
Seeing that the man wasn't wearing the school uniform, the scholar was startled for a moment, then overjoyed.
A few days ago, orders had come from above. Two new students would be enrolling soon, and he was to prepare four sets of uniforms.
He had prepared them early on, but after waiting and waiting, no one appeared. He'd begun to think something had happened and the two students weren't coming anymore. He never expected one to show up right at this moment and rescue him from this dire situation.
'This person is my savior!'
