First naturally were Master Fan and Wen Liangyu. After they came in, Master Fan's eyes slightly closed as he stood by the wall, while Wen Liangyu was laid on the ground, sitting up against a stone platform, his eyes unblinkingly fixated on the person in front of him, as if he couldn't bear to even blink.
The person in front of him was clad in dark robes, tall and well-proportioned. Although he had his back to Ning Xiaoxian, she could have guessed who this person was from Wen Liangyu's expression—there would be no need for her to mingle in the world otherwise.
Yan City Lord, Wenger.
Alas, she truly felt sorry for Wen Liangyu.
Wen Liangyu stared intently at him, his eyes filled with emotions that were uncertain whether they were confusion, pain, anger, or sorrow. Wenger did not speak either, silently observing his own son.
