Chapter 131: The Enemy
With a soft creak, the ornately carved lacquered door swung slowly open.
The Formless Elder, clad in his gray robe, hunched his stooped frame over a gnarled walking stick and shuffled across the threshold with unsteady steps, saying calmly, "Let's go."
The servant instinctively let his peripheral gaze drift into the room, only to see several scantily clad women hanging from the decorative screen inside like marionettes on strings, utterly motionless.
He quickly averted his eyes, not daring to say a word, and turned at once to lead the Formless Elder toward the side hall of the residence.
Arriving at the side hall, Steward Song, dressed in rich blue brocade with hair half gone to white, rose quickly from his chair and came forward to receive him.
"Please take the seat of honor, Senior."
Steward Song moved to help the Formless Elder to his seat, but the old man waved a hand dismissively and looked up to ask, "I hear you've found the one who killed my disciple. Where is he now?"
Hearing this, the smile that had been plastered across Steward Song's face flickered with a trace of unease. He clasped his hands and said, "Please do not be hasty, Senior. We have indeed found the person, but the matter is truly rather tricky. Please sit, and let us discuss it at our leisure."
The Formless Elder looked at him, furrowed his brow slightly, but leaned on his walking stick and settled into the armchair all the same, saying coldly, "Rest assured. Simply tell me where they are. This old man will go himself. There is no need for any of you to act."