C2075 City Lord Xuan Ling

"I, Xuan Ling, pay my respects to the Young Master." Xuan Ling arrived, forgoing the traditional kneel and instead opting for a fist-cupped bow.

The sight of Xuan Ling eased Wey Yehan's anxiety, but Feng Zhentian's self-assured grin left him with a nagging suspicion that something was amiss.

Could Feng Zhentian actually win?

The notion barely surfaced in Wey Yehan's mind before he dismissed it