Within Great West City, one of the provincial capitals of the south.
Xiao Ying sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, her face frozen stiff. Her foster parents sat opposite of her with worried expressions on their faces.
Her foster father was a middle-aged man with a black goatee who looked like a slender schoolmaster. Meanwhile, her foster mother was a wealthy-looking noblewoman who was usually dressed in red clothes and wore a necklace with large pearls on her neck.
Two maids stood around the three people with equally anxious looks on their faces, with gazes that occasionally darted outside the courtyard wall.
"Xiao Ying… Those people outside who say they're from Moon Star Gate, who are they actually…?" asked the man with the goatee quietly in a trembling voice.
Xiao Ying glanced outside the courtyard gates. The sound of the footsteps of the Moon Star Gate guards that were patrolling outside could be heard occasionally.
