"Hehe, a godson is, after all, not of Quan family's bloodline."
Following their brief exchange, neither man displayed much emotion, yet the atmosphere was heavy with tension and silent rivalry. Tsk tsk, the grand households of the wealthy, as expected... come with endless troubles.
Yan Zhan was smiling.
Emperor Quan was smiling, too.
Though both men were smiling, the private room was filled with a metaphorical smoke of battle. A flame, hidden in the shadows, was slowly growing, like a fire that could devour a wasteland, igniting unexpectedly the primal urge for battle inherent in these male individuals.
However, despite their similar demeanors, their temperaments were quite different.
Emperor Quan was more somber; Yan Zhan was colder.
Emperor Quan was more devilish; Yan Zhan was more restrained.
Emperor Quan was more unrestrained; Yan Zhan was more reserved.
They were different, yet both harbored the same inscrutable cunning, equally difficult to read.
