He looked up toward the distant night sky, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
His ears twitched slightly as he sensed someone approaching, yet he did not turn around but continued to gaze at the stars in the far-off night sky.
An old man, showing signs of illness, late in arriving and assisted by an elderly servant, stopped a few steps from the man and clasped his hands in apology, "Elder Liu has arrived late, I hope Mr. Wu will not take offense."
The old man's voice was slightly breathless, but his demeanor remained composed, exuding an air of refined nobility.
The elderly servant helped him closer, made sure he was standing steady, then quietly stepped back.
