Upon hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, Huang Jing had many questions, but he understood he was in no position to ask. Thus, he immediately stated his one request:
"I am currently alone and have no other ties, but my family, far away in the Spirit Wood Alliance, has recently encountered some trouble. If Elder Fang could look after them, I would serve you until death."
Fang Qingyuan smiled.
"That's a small matter. It's only right for a son to be dutiful. The Huang Family of the Spirit Wood Alliance, yes? Very well. Now, follow me."
Fang Qingyuan rose from the main seat and descended. What surprised Huang Jing was that Fang Qingyuan, clad in wide robes with flowing sleeves, wore no shoes. He was walking barefoot across the cyan jade slabs of the hall.
Noticing Huang Jing's gaze, Fang Qingyuan gave a serene smile.
"I've been feeling feverish lately. It's cooler without shoes."
