"The Old Master is back? Where?"
Hearing that voice, the ruler turned his head to look in the direction that the voice had sounded from. With that one glance, his face showed great surprise. It had only been a few days but Feng Xiao had actually been reduced to such a weak and frail state? He could not even walk on his own and had to depend on others to support him?
"My Lord, you should sit down here first. The Old Master is already at the door and he will come in shortly." A man dressed in a white robe who was holding a folding fan in his hand said gently as he helped Feng Xiao sit down before his own gaze looked outside into the courtyard.
The ruler, Murong Bo looked at the outstanding man standing beside Feng Xiao, his sharp black irises glinting deep in thought, a very brief glance that swept past the two men unnoticed as his gaze turned away from them.
