Ji Fengyan rose and wiped her hands. Smiling, she said, "Since they are here, I might as well have a look."
With that, Ji Fengyan summoned Yang Jian and followed Ling He to the front hall.
In the front hall sat a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman. Their magnificent clothing clashed with the natural beauty of Ji City's scenery. Behind them were several guards, each haughtily standing at attention.
Zuo Nuo served them tea with a long face, then stood to one side, unwilling to speak unnecessarily.
"So this is Ji City? There's not much to it. Isn't Ji Fengyan the city lord? Why is she still staying in this shabby place?" The beautiful young woman cast a disdainful glance around the sparse hall, her tone full of contempt.
The young man sipped his tea without expression and did not reply.
