Wu Yuan left the Li Clan's manor on Fortune Street with one of his trusted scholarly secretaries. As he was walking along the street in his official attire, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, then balanced himself on one foot as he removed one of his boots to pour out the sand inside. The scholarly secretary was already accustomed to seeing this. 

However, Fortune Street was far more lively and bustling than it had been in the past, so the young scholarly secretary felt the need to conceal Wu Yuan as much as possible so that he didn't make a fool out of himself in front of the surrounding bystanders. 

At the same time, he said in a quiet voice, "Li Hong had already told us that he was willing to set an example by making a compromise when it comes to the matter regarding the immortal tomb, so why has he suddenly changed his mind? Is he not concerned that he'll tarnish his image and be regarded as a fickle and unreliable man in your eyes?"

There was a weary look on Wu Yuan's face as he sighed, "I'm assuming it's because Li Hong's second son, Li Baozhen, has managed to make a name for himself in the capital. Perhaps he's already found a powerful backer and sent a letter back to inform his clansmen of this, telling Li Hong not to make any rash decisions or something like that. 

“Alternatively, it could be that reclusive eldest son of Li Hong's who advised him that it's best to stay put and observe for now. It's hard to say what led to this decision. In any case, we're the ones who have to suffer the consequences....