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Little Treasure fell into a Demon Palace.
He scrambled up from the ground, his body slowly transforming and stretching into that of a ten-year-old boy with long, black hair. A cold glint, belying his age, flashed across his delicate, handsome face.
A tall, slender figure appeared at the palace entrance.
The man wore a well-tailored, exquisite black steward's uniform, his long, slender fingers accentuated by leather gloves. His features were remarkably delicate and beautiful. He had pink, shoulder-length hair, with the top half gathered into a bun. His entire demeanor was one of frivolous nonchalance.
He watched the black-haired youth approach, bowed respectfully, and said with a wide smile, "Young Master, it's been a while. Welcome back~"
"Cut the crap. I want to see my grandfather!" Little Treasure said, grinding his teeth in frustration.
