Sima Fenghen was so incensed by Shen Lang's behavior, she almost made herself sick.
'Even at Jialan Academy, no one would dare speak to me like that...'
'This little brat is so arrogant!'
She suppressed the urge to strike, snorted coldly, and led Shen Lang to a private room on the third floor.
An elder was sitting inside the room, sipping tea. He wore simple clothes and his hair was streaked with white, yet his frame was as sturdy as any young man's. Though his wrinkled face bore a faint smile, his eyes held a sharp, imposing glint of authority.
"I am Shen Lang. It is an honor to meet you, Elder Yan," Shen Lang said with a bow that was neither obsequious nor overbearing.
Sima Yan beamed and beckoned him over. "Come, come, have a seat. I was actually planning to visit you yesterday. I never expected to run into you here."
With a slight nod, Shen Lang didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly across from Sima Yan.
