After Du Youqian returned to his room, the servants began to speak in hushed tones.
"Don't you think there's something off about him? I've never seen anyone like him. He's clearly a prisoner waiting to die, but his aura… it's no less impressive than that of a True Inheritor or an inner circle disciple."
"He's just got a pretty face, that's all."
"It's not about his looks, it's his spirit… He has this indescribable confidence, as if he's absolutely certain he can turn the tables."
"Hmph, turn the tables? So what if he's uncanny? There's no way he can escape our lady's grasp. He's a dead man walking, so what's there to be afraid of?"
"No, we still shouldn't cross him. Who knows what tricks he has up his sleeve? If he's planning a comeback, he must have something hidden. I say we just do our jobs and stop bad-mouthing him behind his back. Otherwise, what if he uses the tricks he's saving for our lady on us instead? Could you handle that?"
