The simple exchange between the two swiftly caught the attention of onlookers.
Shen Li immediately felt she was being watched, with gazes coming from the neatly arranged group of greeters.
It was strange; when Huo Siyu was leading her down by the hand, it was as if they treated her as invisible, not even sparing her a glance.
But after Huo Siyu spoke to her, the greeters' attitude toward her changed instantly.
"Old Grand Master is waiting in the main house for the Eldest Young Master," said the man on the left side of the first row to Huo Siyu.
Shen Li couldn't help but look over at them, the twelve men standing in neat rows, likely arranged by age.
From oldest to youngest, the one who had spoken seemed to be the oldest, probably in his sixties.
His temples were already greying, yet he was full of energy, his eyes bright. Despite the ravages of time leaving wrinkles on his chiseled face, his spine was still ramrod straight, exuding an air of steely resolve.
