The peak of the Western Mountain.

A forest of pine needles rustled in a churning sea of clouds.

Two sets of tables and chairs stood in a clearing, facing each other.

Provincial Governor Xiang Tianqiu, as well as the heads of the Zhao, Bai, and Yu Families, were already seated and chatting amongst themselves.

These were men who could shake the entire provincial capital with a single stomp of their feet. All four illustrious authority figures seemed perfectly at ease.

Yu Baiting keenly picked up on the two unfamiliar faces seated beside Xiang Tianqiu.

One was a weather-worn, white-haired elder. He had a simple appearance, and he wore Daoist robes patterned with wind and fire. He seemed utterly serene.

The other was a handsome middle-aged man with a feather fan. He’d clearly put an enormous amount of thought into every article of clothing he wore, and both his movements and his bearing were graceful and poised.

Xiang Tianqiu hadn’t introduced either of them, but Yu Baiting was already certain that, whoever they were, their origins were nothing to sneeze at. 

It was even highly likely that these two were Xiang Tianqiu’s long-hidden trump cards!

As soon as this thought occurred to Yu Baiting, he rejected it. No, an old fox like Xiang Tianqiu undoubtedly has more than that in re...