C51 Redclothed Youth

"Forget waiting! Let's storm in!" exclaimed one of the personal guards, closest to the red-faced elder, unable to contain his urge to burst through the doors.

A man with the demeanor of a butler quickly grabbed his arm, fearing he might act rashly, "General Meng Zhi, please, don't be hasty."

"Hasty my foot! The City Lord has been in there far too long. By our agreed-upon time