A middle-aged man in brocade clothes sat on the ground, looking around casually, with a hint of disdain in his expression.
This main hall is a courtesy hall specially used to receive guests in the palace. It is also the facade of an elder's palace.
The reception halls of other elders are basically decorated with splendid and luxurious furnishings. Even some beams and floors are made of spiritual materials that can be used to forge magic weapons. However, Yan Xiaoyu's reception hall is much simpler, whether it is decoration or not.
, tables, chairs and utensils are all very ordinary.
"After all, Xiaoyu is one of the seven elders of the Hezhong lineage. How can he live like this? He can't even maintain his superficial glory. No wonder not many people under her are working for him. Only a few of your innate disciples are working for him.
There is not even a low-level Jindan deacon." The middle-aged man said carelessly.
Next to him, there was a female disciple who was responsible for entertaining guests.
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the female disciple smiled reluctantly and didn't know how to answer the question.
Of course she is aware of her elder's situation. It's not that she doesn't want to maintain her appearance, but she is really short of money.
After all, Yan Xiaoyu had only been an elder for a few years, and his previous practice had basically exhausted the resources left by Yan Qianjun and Yao Yingyue. Later, it was even more expensive to repair the magic sword left by Yan Qianjun, and everything that could be sold was sold.
Already.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he picked up the tea next to him, took a sip, and then immediately put it down.
He said with a displeased look on his face: "Give me a better spiritual tea! The quality of your tea is too inferior. It's too much to fool me with something like this!"
When the female disciple next to her heard this, she looked flustered and wanted to explain immediately.
But at this time, Yan Xiaoyu's voice came in from outside: "This is already my best spiritual tea. If you are not satisfied, don't drink it."
A flash of anger flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but he immediately calmed down, stood up with a smile and said, "The little fish is back."
Yan Xiaoyu walked into the hall and looked at the middle-aged man with an indifferent expression: "It turns out that he is the elder Yao Song from the Changhe lineage. I don't know why you are here!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Xiaoyu, I am your elder after all, why do you have to be so angry?"
"Elder?" Yan Xiaoyu sneered: "Then tell me, what kind of elder are you?"
In terms of blood relationship, this man is indeed her elder.
Yao Song is the second brother of her mother Yao Yingyue. To be honest, she has to call him uncle.
However, since Yao Yingyue broke away from the Changhe line more than 20 years ago, the Yao family ancestors severed the father-daughter relationship with Yao Yingyue. Since then, the Yao family has no contact with her.
Over the years, although everyone is at Wanjianmen, this is the first time Yan Xiaoyu has seen this "uncle" visit.
The smile on Yao Song's face could no longer be maintained, and he sighed softly and said: "Xiaoyu, I know your life has not been easy these years, but what your mother did back then is really..."
Yan Xiaoyu waved his hand and interrupted: "There is no need to say these meaningless words. Just tell me, what are you going to do here today?"
Yao Song couldn't help but frown when he saw Yan Xiaoyu's expression of indifference.
He originally wanted to catch up on old times and get closer to each other so that he could talk about the next thing more easily, but Yan Xiaoyu didn't give him this chance.