Xiao Han's words had barely left his mouth when Xiao Yuanshan, who was pruning flowers and plants, suddenly paused. After a few seconds, Xiao Yuanshan turned around, revealing a face full of the vicissitudes of life.
His eyes dull and lackluster, he looked merely like an ordinary elderly farmer, bearing no semblance to the distinguished elder of the Xiao Family, one of the Eight Great Families of Yanjing.
Those unfamiliar with Xiao Yuanshan would never guess he was the elder master of one of the Yanjing's Eight Great Families, the Xiao Family.
"What did you just say?"
Xiao Yuanshan's gaze fixed on Xiao Han, and his complexion began to change.
"Little Feng has appeared!"
Xiao Han repeated.
Whoosh!
Xiao Yuanshan's pupils constricted, and his face changed dramatically.
"He has appeared? But wasn't he..."
"That's right, Little Feng has indeed appeared, and I've met him."
Xiao Han continued.
"What exactly is going on?"
