The door of the Zen Room was pushed open from the inside.
Madam Bao, leaning on a cane, appeared in front of the two people.
Housekeeper Liu was about to step forward, but seeing someone already ahead of him, he quietly withdrew.
Bao Shaojin came to Madam Bao's side, firmly supporting her hand, "Grandmother." His voice was cool and clear.
"Looks like the word has gotten out." Madam Bao's eyes were sharp as she glanced over her grandson.
Madam Bao's cheekbones were prominent, making her eyes appear deeply sunken, with her bronzed face showing the marks of time, a few uneven wrinkles across her brow, and graying hair at the temples. Yet her steps were steady, giving the impression of a robust physique.
After Madam Bao finished speaking and saw her grandson remain silent, her expression immediately darkened.
With Bao Shaojin's assistance, the two of them moved to the hall.
Madam Bao sat on the grand master's chair, with a soft cushion placed on it.
