Zhong Mian did not spare the escaping woman another glance. Instead, she focussed on her mission and walked to Zhong Feng's office. She nodded at his secretaries before knocking lightly on the dark hardwood and opening the door.
Her brother seemed to have been expecting her. He had probably known about her presence as soon as she had passed through the gate. She stood at the entrance and looked at him for a moment in silence. He seemed to have changed since she had last seen him.
His beautiful face was still that of a banished sinful immortal. And he still looked apathetic, as if removed from the concerns of the world. However, his eyes were different. The swirling cruelty and the swelling blood thirst that had taken residence in his dark eyes in the last few years seemed to have become muted. There was still a strange kind of darkness, but deep within his eyes, there was a hint of starlight.
"Feng'er, you are looking well." She approached him with a smile.
