Bai Lung sat with a tranquil expression, sipping his tea as he surveyed the curious onlookers. The weight of their reverent gazes was not lost on him.
As the Young Master from the capital, he knew his presence here held great significance and that's exactly he wanted... The eyes that will look at him and ears that will listen him.
The mind that works under his command. The pawn that moves under his desire.
Glancing towards the Great Elder, Bai Lung couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement.
For one such as he, who held secrets within secrets, the importance placed upon him by this family was rather comical.
He sets down his teacup, turning his gaze to the maid at his side.Ā
"Saintess, it seems the Zhao clan is indeed eager to learn the reason for my visit. Perhaps it is time I addressed them..." he muttered lightly, using Qi voice transmission.
