Kuang Qingwu went out of the teahouse and was helped by his old servant to get in the carriage waiting outside.

Before he got in, he couldn't help but be stunned. He controlled himself not to say the name that was on the tip of his tongue. It was after the carriage left the teahouse for a little while that he whispered, "Sorry for troubling you again, my teacher."

The man in a green shirt who got in the carriage before he was a middle-aged scholar. He was elegant ...