He led Lu Chang'sheng into the main courtyard.
Inside, patrol guards moved back and forth from time to time.
Lu Chang'sheng could sense a faintly sharp presence coming from a dozen or so courtyards nearby, somewhat reminiscent of the arrangements made during the previous encirclement of the Evil Cultivator.
Shi Cong smiled, but said nothing.
Though the current setup was not aimed at Lu Chang'sheng, it was good that it made him somewhat cautious.
After all, he was an official, and there was still a difference in faction between himself and Lu Chang'sheng.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Inside the inner hall, a group of officials had been waiting for some time.
As Lu Chang'sheng entered, Zhu Qing, seated at the head and absorbed in writing, happened to look up, revealing a finely featured face touched with a subtle trace of heroism.
After having Lu Chang'sheng seated, Zhu Qing discussed recent affairs with him, making no mention of past unpleasantness.
