Teng Zijing glanced at Wang Qinian, who always stood quietly behind Fan Xian. He felt that the air with which he carried himself was not the same as the bodyguards in the manor, he said in a low voice. Fan Xian looked him in the eye and explained quietly. "This is Wang Qinian. I now hold a position within the Overwatch Council - don't tell anyone." Teng Zijing was taken aback. He looked at Fan Xian again with a changed expression. After all, he never could have imagined that the young master he had decided to follow would, after only a few months in the capital, get himself mixed up with that den of vipers.
Fan Xian called over Wang Qinian and introduced him. "This is the second time we have met. I mentioned Teng Zijing to you before. You should get to know each other. He saved my life." Hearing this, patches of red appeared on Teng Zijing's dark face, and he waved his hand dismissively. "Young Master, you speak too kindly. You were the one to actually save my life that day."
