"What are you two doing?" inquired an extremely cold voice. It had no warmth in it whatsoever.
Ling Yuanhong whirled his head around to look at the owner of the voice, immediately changing his expression upon doing so. He was both terrified yet ready to flatter at the same time.
"Elder Brother Yichen, when did you return?" exclaimed Ling Yuanhong, rushing over at once like a lackey with an ingratiating manner.
Ling Chunxi risked a glimpse at this unfamiliar man standing at a modest distance from her. The man's tall frame was well dressed in royal blue brocade and he had a face as sculpted as jade. A face as handsome as it was expressionless, with eyes resembling the still waters a deep, old well with nary a ripple of emotion.
