Wei Tianyang rested one hand on the back of the chair, leaned forward slightly, and smiled as he looked at Zhao Ling.
Zhao Ling, however, turned her head aside, looking up at him with an expression that was somewhat stiff.
"When did you come in?" she asked.
"Just now," Wei Tianyang replied as he walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Everyone turned to look at him.
President Libitelli immediately stood up, walked toward Wei Tianyang, and extended his hand while conversing with him in faltering Yin language:
"Hello...I am Fogen, the President of Libitelli. We empathize deeply with your ordeal in Chicken Snake Country and hope to be able to do something for you."
Wei Tianyang also reached out his hand, but upon seeing his dark hand emitting a dim white light, Fogen hesitated.
"Is it contagious?" Fogen looked toward Zhao Ling and Steijie and asked cautiously in West Soil language.
