Chapter 155: Subordinates Come to Pay Respects
Late at night.
The Qingyang Temple was shrouded in ink-black darkness. Normally a tranquil sanctuary where spiritual energy gathered, tonight it felt especially eerie. Within the vast temple complex, only the main hall was lit.
In the center, an old man dressed in dark robes sat nervously upon the main seat. His expression was conflicted — shifting from left to right, fidgeting restlessly as though sitting on pins and needles. At last, unable to endure it any longer, he turned toward a certain calm, tea-sipping figure beside him.
“Girl, how about we switch places? I’ll sit down there. This seat feels… wrong somehow.”
“Nonsense!” Yun Jiao set down her teacup, her other hand still busy marking the papers spread across the table. “You’re the head of Qingyang. The main seat is yours by right.”
Even if Qingyang rarely had visitors, one couldn’t just sit wherever one pleased.
“…”
He didn’t feel like the head at all.
The old man squirmed, looking even more uneasy — twisted like a wrung towel, constantly glancing toward the doors of the main hall. The longer he thought, the more anxious he became.