There's nothing of use to speak of.
So...
Gazing at the young figure arriving on a rainy night, Wei Zongchang spoke:
"You are..."
Jixia's eyes were cold and sharp, his long hair unbound, tousled by the 'breath of air', avoiding the rain, strands flying.
He sized up the figure in the purple silk robe from head to toe, a stern middle-aged man with a flawless physique, seemingly devoid of any gap.
With just one glance, he recognized the man's identity.
Then he laughed, stepping fearlessly onto the top of a bronze lion nearby:
"Isn't your mansion trying to kill me?"
"My name is Jixia."
"If you have the skill, go ahead and try to kill me."
"But if you don't..."
His tone paused, suddenly turning indifferent:
"Then don't blame me."
"For demanding justice!"
...
Outer City, Cyan Stone Lane.
Ji Han, returned exhausted to Cyan Stone Lane after being taken by Tantai Yao.
Not long ago.
