Finally, there was Xuan Jian, away from the rest of the servants, but still standing behind Xu Feng and Xuan Yang, a calm look on his face. The cold had melted away with the departure of the Xuans, but there was still restraint in his presence.
Xuan Jian was tall, his imposing figure contrasting with the serene look on his face. His long brown hair in a simple bun, cascading down his back, and his grey eyes, once icy, now held a certain warmth.
Xu Feng paused in his happy dance, his vibrant smile lighting up the early morning as the sun began to rise. It was a new day, and with it came the promise of change.
He made eye contact with the young master to his right, his intentions clear. He had no plans to be reserved. Xu Feng believed that everyone here could be trusted to some degree, and if they proved otherwise, it was best to find out sooner rather than later.
