Wu Bie respectfully performed the kneeling rites reserved for elders.
Mrs. Sun approached with tears in her eyes and helped him to his feet, examining him from head to toe.
In his features lingered faint traces of Wu Zhen's grace.
But only a few.
Still, there was some resemblance.
"I heard you were nearby, so I sent for you," Yan Wanqing said. "I hope it's not too presumptuous?"
Wu Bie shook his head, "I'm dealing with some old matters. Once they're resolved, I plan to leave."
"Where will you go?" The Southern Border was currently being reorganized by Chai You, and it seemed unlikely that Wu Bie would want to return to that sorrowful place.
Thus, Yan Wanqing asked an extra question.
