Feng Xun did not look at anyone from the moment he got out of the carriage until the end, his handsome phoenix eyes following Ling Yue. In his eyes, there was no one else.
What was more unusual was that the burly man following the youth was comparable in stature to Yan Che, yet his gaze was as sharp as that of a fierce eagle.
Feng Xun also noticed Yan Che.
The last time he encountered Ling Yue, she had not had such a person by her side.
This was a youth from the Central Plains, with profound features. Although he called Ling Yue "Master," there was not a trace of servility in his eyes.
Feng Xun believed that, aside from Ye Lingyue, nobody else in the world could make this young man bow his head in fealty.
"Feng Xun, this is Yan Che. He is someone from the Central Plains whom I saved. Yan Che, this is my good friend Feng Xun. Thanks to him last night, I was able to escape," Ye Lingyue had yet to notice the mutual evaluation between Feng Xun and Yan Che.
