Tap... Tap... Tap...
The finger continued to tap on the rosewood armrest.
"Investigate him?" the man chuckled softly, "Why should we investigate him?"
"He is very strange. A Confucian scholar who can compose poetry of the Falling Flower Grade should not be unknown, yet we had never heard of this name before. The sudden appearance of such a person is bizarre."
"Can't he just be modest?"
The voice paused momentarily, then spoke solemnly, "We just happen to be lacking people for the Confucianism and Daoist debate, and he appeared in Zhongnan Country just like it was arranged. The Second Master met him in the middle of March in the Great Chu dynasty, and the master had trouble during the spring sacrifice at the end of February. Although it's hard to make a round trip in half a month, there are too many ways to pass messages across the mountains; what if it was arranged by the enemy?"
"That makes sense."
"The master has trained you well."
"Xiu Mei," the man said softly.