"Young Master, the Clan Leader of the Zhao Clan wishes to see you," Shi San said.
"Oh? Let him in."
Ye Qiu remained unruffled, continuing to sit in the courtyard, quietly admiring the fallen petals.
"Clan Leader Ye."
"Clan Leader Zhao." Approaching was a thin, elderly man, quite advanced in age, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, making him appear very astute.
Ye Qiu rose slightly, returned the courtesy, and said a few words with clasped hands.
After taking a seat, Ye Qiu calmly said, "I wonder what the purpose of Clan Leader Zhao's visit is this time?"
The old man glanced around, then spoke softly, "To be honest, I've come to Clan Leader Ye with an unreasonable request."
"Please, speak your mind."
"I have heard that Clan Leader Ye is proficient in Formation, is it true?" This Zhao Clan Leader asked earnestly.
Ye Qiu chuckled lightly, saying, "I have merely dabbled. Why? Does Clan Leader Zhao's request involve Formation?"
