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"I wonder, are you the Guardian of the Fufeng Book Collection?"
A hearty, clear laughter came from behind Wang Anfeng, followed by a young man clothed in a pale moon-white robe, wielding a folding fan. He strolled forward with the grace of a jade carving and the poise of a gentleman, manifesting an extraordinary stature. Stopping five steps in front of Wang Anfeng, he greeted him with a fist and palm salute and a slight smile:
"This one is Song Xiuran of Fufeng. I've had the honor of meeting the young hero."
The young man's smile was gentle, signifying both erudition and propriety. Wang Anfeng could do nothing but return the gesture, saying:
"Indeed, it is I."
Song Xiuran smiled faintly, gesturing with his hand as he spoke with kindness:
"To meet the Guardian today is my good fortune. If you don't mind, shall we walk together?"
Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the youth before him.
There was no issue with what had been said.
