It was especially the case with his eyes, which put one in mind of sharp, cold blades piercing one's flesh. His overpowering aura was second only to Jun Linyuan.
"Why, Xuan the Second, you're here?!" Feng Xun patted the blue-robed teenager on his shoulder.
Feng Wu grew up in the imperial capital. Although she had been away from the city for five years, these teenagers had all been over ten years old when she left, so she was able to recognize this one right away.
That was Xuan Yi, the second son of the Xuan family and one of Jun Linyuan's childhood friends, who had been a poker-faced kid since he was little. As it turned out, his haughtiness had only magnified with age.
Xuan Yi examined Feng Wu for a brief second with his sharp eyes, then knitted his straight eyebrows. "Who's she?"
"She's this girl I just saved. By the way, what's your name? And this is —" Feng Xun was as warm and lively as he always was, but Xuan Yi was none of that.
