Patience.
The fates truly adored testing Han Xuelian's patience at every opportune moment they saw fit.
And as the days passed by, the Grandmaster's patience had begun to wear thin.
'Bastard,' the Grandmaster cussed internally at Feng Yunxiao. 'Didn't even think to offer me or show some courtesy.'
Chi Cheng, along with Zhu Zhiying, seated themselves at the table while Han Xuelian promptly joined them. Feeling the pull of slumber, Ah-Tao wriggled out of Chi Cheng's arms and hurried back to his father.
Practising his courtesy, Feng Yunxiao lifted his son into his arms and strolled over to the further end of the balcony area, allowing his three guests the privacy to converse.
"The ornament suits you well, Chi Chengxin," Zhu Zhiying complimented, gesturing to the black and magenta hair ornament which clasped Chi Cheng's hair into a ponytail.
