The young man carrying the sword scabbard was seated near the door. In his apathy was a sense of solemnity and uneasiness, as if he was anticipating or fearing something.
Meng Qi had to restrain the urge to go up to the young man and say, "Young man, I see a bleak aura around you and I sense a bad premonition for you."
He decided against such an idea after considering where he was: in uncertain waters, with no knowledge of who his enemies were.
He turned his head to look at Xie Xuan and commented, "You seem very interested in the flying sword earlier, Scholar."
He took the opportunity to steer the conversation to this topic in order to get a basic understanding of the situation here.
Jiang Zhiwei smiled as she listened without inserting herself into the conversation. She knew she was far behind Little Meng when it came to networking and currying favors.
