Chapter 643: The Five Waters Forming Formation (I)
Yuan Fuyao felt a wave of panic after hearing this and sighed before speaking, "This is one thing, but sitting idle here day after day is no way to live. I lack the skills for cultivating or practicing a hundred arts, and it is not proper for someone who has joined a clan to spend every day cooped up in a cave dwelling. I need to find something to do."
One of his attendants quickly offered, "Young master, you once managed several towns' agricultural affairs under the ancestor's arrangement and gained a wealth of experience. The Li Family is known for their excellence in managing commoners. Why not ask for a position here? It would also earn you greater respect."
"Excellent idea!" Yuan Fuyao's expression brightened at once. He put on his shoes hastily and, accompanied by his two attendants, left the cave dwelling in a flurry. After walking for a while along the road, they soon reached the main hall of the Li Family.
After waiting in a side area of the hall for a while, Yuan Fuyao noticed a lively group emerging. At the center of the group was a child clad in resplendent white and gold robes.
Though curiosity tugged at him, Yuan Fuyao refrained from probing with his spiritual sense out of politeness. Instead, he glanced slightly to the side and asked one of his attendants in a low voice, "Who is that?"
The attendants of the Yuan Family, however, were unaware of the details. They pulled aside a guard stationed in the hall. Though the guard wasn't inclined to share much, he relented after Yuan Fuyao's inquiry and replied in a low voice, "That is the heir to the family."
Heir? Yuan Fuyao silently repeated the term, intrigued by its traditional undertone. Assuming this must be one of the core descendants of the family, he stepped onto the path where the heir had walked. Suddenly, his nose twitched.
"What is that smell?" Yuan Fuyao questioned.
A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air. Yuan Fuyao thought for a moment before one of his attendants spoke in a hushed tone, "This humble one recognizes this scent... it is bold and overpowering, almost gaudy—it is peony."