Reception Hall.
Madam Wen walked gracefully, with a fox fur cape draped over her white robe. Li Bo Hou caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and lightly raised his right hand. Li Haitang immediately felt a subtle force lift her to her feet.
Li Bo Hou, with less humility and casualness, cupped his hands and said, "Madam Wen, I hope you've been well."
Madam Wen took the main seat, nodded slightly, and glanced over the two, saying softly, "Divine Hunter Li, please sit, don't be too formal. Haitang, you too, take a seat."
Her words were intimate, like a kind elder to Haitang. Li Haitang, feeling honored, sat quietly.
Madam Wen apologized, "I'm truly sorry, I've been in seclusion for practice. It was difficult to leave, hence the long wait for you both. I'm not sure if Little Immortal neglected you in any way. If there's anything lacking, please feel free to say it. I will certainly punish him."
