At this moment, two more people stepped out slowly from the main hall, both dressed in elegant white attire with an extraordinary demeanor, embodying the style of famous family heirs.
The man walking at the forefront looked about nineteen years old, tall and slightly plump—it was none other than Liang Cheng.
He glanced down at his outfit, his lips slightly upturned, showing a self-satisfied expression.
"It seems that I haven't lost my charm over the years,"
Liang Cheng narcissistically remarked, "After day-by-day practice at the Profound Bird Guard, I thought this glorious appearance of mine might fade with time."
The young man standing next to Liang Cheng was Lu Yunqing, also from the Profound Bird Guard.
Lu Yunqing was long accustomed to his cousin Liang Cheng's narcissism and was too lazy to respond as he directly walked towards Lu Jiahe.
"Father, you don't need to worry."
