The steward had only just finished speaking when everyone saw a man walk in from outside the gate.
He was tall and lean, his dark hair pulled up into a high, sturdy topknot. Clad in full military armor, he appeared travel-worn, clutching a silver helmet in his hands that glinted coldly in the sunlight.
As soon as he crossed the hanging flower gate, Song Huaichuan’s gaze fell directly upon Yun Feiwan. He lingered for only a fleeting moment before shifting his eyes to scan the others in the courtyard, then strode purposefully toward the Patriarch.
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