"He's in front." Zhuo Junyue nodded. "He knows a bit about it, too."
"Let's go and take a look!" Zhuo Chuhui said and told his wife, "Stay here, you don't need to go there."
"Alright. Then, you father and son should go there quickly! Don't make them wait for long. I'll tell the kitchen staff to prepare some dishes." Madam Zhuo motioned both of them to make haste.
Upon entering the hall, Zhuo Chuhui saw that the man sitting in a leisurely manner while drinking wine was Sage Hun Yuan. So, he shifted his gaze towards the young man at Sage Hun Yuan's side and was surprised.
The young man, dressed in azure, sat still, thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking. When he saw them come in, he looked up at Zhuo Chuhui with surprise in his eyes and studied him quietly with his limpid eyes.
Is this his father's disciple? Why is he so young?
