Old Ai, the lowly servant, stood before Xia Wei, the young master, his words carefully chosen as he navigated the delicate terrain of their relationship. Uncertainty lingered in the air as he broached the subject.
"Does the young master also harbor intentions of eliminating 'that' individual? The one who finds protection under the watchful gaze of the god of stars, Sanxing?" Old Ai's voice held a tinge of hesitation, his tone laced with caution.
A flicker of interest sparked in Xia Wei's eyes as he locked his gaze onto Old Ai, the weight of his presence pressuring not only the old servant but also the others in the room who fumbled nervously.
'I find it amusing that these individuals, in their roles as servants of the mighty Yinlong clan, exhibit such behavior. And this old man, he possesses a shrewdness that allows him to gauge his master's mood,' Xia Wei mused, a silent chuckle rippling through his thoughts.
