One glance towards their direction was enough to silence these women who then hurriedly bowed their heads, their eyes boring holes into the floor with their teeth chattering and fingers digging into the skin of their partners.
Zhao Moyao already knew who they were, but decided to keep quiet. He'll deal with them when they were unaware of the tsunami that would crash over them and wreck everything in its way.
When the two reached the top of the winding staircase, they showed the black envelope with a single wax seal of Elder Yang Mujian. The man at the front bowed deeply, "Welcome honorable guests, please allow this servant to guide you to Old Master Yang."
He guided them inside, another man taking his place while he escorted them. Soft chatter could be heard from within and when the door was pushed open with the announcement of their names, the talks died down. Once again, everyone paused what they were doing to look at them.
