Lee arrived before the agreed time, the midnight, but three people were already waiting for him. Apparently the higher-ups were more anxious about the mission than he was. But that was understandable – Elder Luo was working on it since the attack on the Nethermoon sect.
When Lee entered the brightly lit room, his vision blurred for a moment, but he already recognized one of the present. He nodded towards the elder of the Hall of Justice and followed his gesture to sit on the only chair in the room.
The second person, or rather, the most eye-catching one – a tall and burly elderly man, at least six – five, with shoulders so wide they could barely fit through the door, immediately stepped forward and began to fiddle with Lee's hair.
No one said anything, but Lee knew he was about to get a bit of a makeover. His guess was that the man was the famous Elder Xiao, Xiao Lian's uncle – the most skilled artisan in the sect.
