Half an hour later, Liu Song arrived at the entrance of the Li Courtyard with a younger man.
The man was in his early thirties, only about ten years younger than Liu Song. But there was a clear difference in their status.
Liu Song walked half a step behind the man, his expression deferential. He looked at the main gate of the Li Courtyard and said softly,
"Elder, we could have just refused this mediation from home. Why did we have to make the trip?"
The man smiled faintly. "I just wanted to see for myself. Besides, we have to give the Li Family some face. The Li Courtyard is stepping in to mediate. If we don't even show up, it becomes an issue of attitude. And if our attitude isn't right, won't we be made to suffer for it?"
Hearing that last sentence, Liu Song's face stiffened. He lowered his head, not daring to say more, but a flash of hatred showed in his eyes.
Soon, led by the Li Courtyard guards, the two arrived at the reception hall in the rear courtyard.
