ZHAN WEI STOOD in the center of the training courtyard. His eyes were sharp and his movements precise as he demonstrated his techniques to a group of disciples. The sun beat down on the stone courtyard, casting sharp shadows across the ground. Zhan Sheng was a mess when he approached his father, his mode sour and bristling with anger.
Zhan Wei lifted a brow and scented the air, his eyes narrowed at him but he didn't comment on the fact that Lei Bo's omega scent clung to his robes. Another man was standing beside him, upright and stoic, he wore a black general uniform and he was facing the group of disciples. Zhan Wei smiled warmly and gestured for Mao Xia to come forward.
"Mao Xia, I'd like you to meet my son Zhan Sheng," Zhan Wei said, motioning to a tall, muscular man standing nearby.
Mao Xia saluted him with a fist-hand gesture. "The honor is mine."
