The old sprite glanced at her silently, then turned and ambled back with his hands behind his back.,The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.,At that moment, the elderly man at the door turned gracefully and bowed slightly to Hayna: "Please follow me, Miss Hayna. The young master has been waiting for you for a long time."。