Pushing open the door and walking in, the vast Assembly Hall although not particularly sumptuous is extremely imposing. Two exquisitely carved chairs sit facing the entrance. On one of them sits a middle-aged man that appears to be about forty.
The middle-aged man has kind brows and pleasant eyes. Upon seeing Ling Xiao, he reveals an amiable smile, "Lin Xiao, you're here. Come over to Master."
Ling Xiao walks over expressionless, his lips slightly curving, "Master."
This greeting of Master is actually too high a praise for Tang Fan. According to his qualifications, Tang Fan is simply not worthy to be his Master. In fact, if you turn it around, Tang Fan is not even worthy of being his disciple. It's only that he is now playing the part of Lin Xiao, so he can only give Tang Fan this undeserved respect.
"Xiao son, it has been a long time since we master and disciple have had a heart to heart talk. Now that we have this rare time when we are both unoccupied, come sit. Let's have a talk." Tang Fan beams while looking at him.
Ling Xiao is not the tiniest bit reserved, taking the first seat below Tang Fan, "Master is right, we have not really talked for almost two years."
Tang Fan strokes his beard while nodding in satisfaction, "Xiao son, do you remember, the first time we talked, the time and the place?"
"Not many are able to enter Master's room. I still remember, the first time you looked for me was in the middle of the night. Such a distinctive move, only the honorable you is capable of that."
A light smile appears on Ling Xiao's expressionless face, as if recalling something from memory, showing no chink in his armor.