When the crisp voice cut through, the quarreling resonance artificers fell into a stunned silence. A hothead shouted, "Which arrogant idiot is that!?" An angry roar of agreement followed his call, and they turned as one in the direction of the voice. Their voices faded away.

They saw a silver-haired youth looking at them with a wry smile on his face.

Beside him was a willowy diva staring coldly at them. Jiang Qing'e.

Her presence confirmed the identity of the young man, and it was mildly amusing to watch their faces contort in embarrassment. As panicked as they were, no one dared to maintain the bluster from before.

"What? No respect for the Young Lord and Mistress?!" Elder Zheng Ping roared.

The resonance artificers hesitated briefly and then murmured their respects in a ragtag chorus.

Pang Qianchi was looking at Li Luo with alarm. He had seen him once before, a long time ago...