The smiles of the two elders still linger in my mind, but Ye Fengsheng is already ten miles away at the Law Enforcement Hall. The atmosphere in the hall is solemn. All eight elders are present without exception, their eyes sharp on both sides. Only the Great Shepherd hasn't come for a long time.
A few great officers hurriedly whispered greetings to the elders in the hall. Yu Guang waited for the elders to leave, glancing at Ye Fengsheng.
The invitation, bright red, lay open, its date inscribed on it touched. Even though golden sunlight streamed through the window onto white palms, the owner of the palms felt no warmth, only a slight tremble.
The door to the room was pushed open. Ye Rong, dressed in casual clothes, hurriedly walked two steps. She saw a beautiful face in the sunlight, lost in thought. She was about to speak. That face had already gathered her emotions. She quickly rose to greet Ye Rong. Her first words were:
"How is he?"
