He stopped his questioning and levitated Lin Changfeng's leg, taking it with him into the back courtyard.
Seeing this, Cheng Zongyang knew the man was probably going to see the Golden Core Steward, Zhang Ye. He stood there alone, waiting in silence.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the white-robed youth led Cheng Zongyang inside to meet Golden Core Steward Zhang Ye. A knot of tension formed in Cheng Zongyang's stomach.
In a reception hall in the back courtyard, Cheng Zongyang saw a white-haired elder. The man's face was stern and imposing, and he carried himself with the transcendent air of an immortal.
This was the Golden Core Steward, Zhang Ye. He was seated, his gaze as sharp as a blade, fixed on Cheng Zongyang.
The white-robed youth stood off to the side in quiet attendance.
"You are Cheng Zongyang?" Zhang Ye's voice was deep and resonant.
Cheng Zongyang hurriedly cupped his hands. "I am."
