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People often say that eyes are the windows to the soul.
And to discern whether someone truly wishes you well, it can often be seen in their gaze—at least that's what Ye Feng believed. This enigmatic old man who had suddenly appeared truly cared about him, for his first look lingered on Ye Feng, filled with unmistakable concern.
The arrival was none other than Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong of the Utility Pavilion, who had hurriedly come here. He observed Ye Feng for quite some time, his tense face slowly giving way to a smile before he finally asked,
"Are you injured?"
Ye Feng merely nodded his head.
He was surprised, wondering what identity this elder held. Honestly, in the entire Imperial Capital, the number of people Ye Feng truly knew and interacted with did not exceed ten.
"I know you have many questions, we'll talk slowly later."
"Thank you, miss!"
The Second Sect Leader thanked Feng Yuan, naturally aware of the recent events but unable to arrive in time.
