Just then, Ling Xuan hurried into the hall.
The moment his gaze fell upon Wen Qian, his face lit up with delight, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
'The Young Master really did it! Just as I'd hoped, he successfully brought Wen Qian back!'
However, his joy was short-lived.
Ling Xuan's smile quickly vanished. He saw the stubborn old men in the hall sizing up Wen Qian with intensely critical eyes, scanning her from head to toe.
Their gazes seemed to want to pierce right through her, tinged with a ferocity, as if they wanted to eat her alive.
Wen Qian clearly sensed their hostile glares. She arched an eyebrow, wondering to herself.
'Did I do something to offend them before?'
'Why are they looking at me so strangely…'
Annoyed, she decided not to hold back.
She operated on a simple principle: if you don't know, ask.
