The official road at the East City Gate stretches straight to the horizon, flanked by dense forests.
A hundred meters away from the city gate, within the woods, stands a small octagonal pavilion painted red.
Named the Yao Pavilion, it is a place for people to express their best wishes and say farewell.
Inside the Yao Pavilion, four middle-aged men stand with their hands behind their backs, smiling and conversing, quite self-assured.
All four are wearing dark green robes with cloud patterns, exuding a formidable aura that keeps passersby mysteriously at a distance.
This is the invisible suppression brought by the Venerable, like animals encountering a fierce tiger.
When Chu Zhiyuan's group arrived, the four men stepped out of the pavilion and bowed in greeting.
Li Miaotan nodded lightly: "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen."
Her expression was indifferent, dignified and noble, completely different from the gentle and harmonious demeanor when she was with Chu Zhiyuan.
