"I'm back." Xiao Wanli smiled warmly and waved. "Come here and let me take a look. That trip of yours was rough. You weren't injured, were you?"
Xiao Qianxi sat gracefully to the side, pouring tea for Xiao Wanli. Her usual ice-queen demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was like a perfectly doting daughter. Xia Liang remained silent, his gaze fixed on the man standing behind the Dragon King.
The man was built like a small mountain. One could tell from his stance that his foundation was extremely stable. It was an imposing aura one couldn't develop without at least twenty years of hardcore physical conditioning.
Yes, to an ordinary person, he's a master.
"So, you're Xia Liang? Good lad, come and sit." Xiao Wanli beckoned to Xia Liang again. "My eyes aren't what they used to be, so I can't see clearly from a distance."
