Lofitil stood by the window, her gaze piercing through the glass as if searching for something—perhaps the figure of Young Lord Yinyu. A trace of imperceptible worry flickered in her eyes, and her hands were unconsciously clasped tightly together.
Suchen, by contrast, appeared much more relaxed. He picked up an old book and leaned against the bookshelf, casually leafing through the pages as though indifferent to Lofitil's concerns.
"He's known about all this for a long time anyway," Suchen said casually, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "His background... honestly, when you think about it, there's nothing remarkable about it. Just gene-culturing from two immortals."
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