The young man was around twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that gave him an air of reserved, aristocratic grace. He was striking, possessing the melancholic aura of a nobleman and a composure that belied his years. In particular, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, when slightly squinted, held a dangerous and mysterious quality.
Recognizing the newcomer, Shao Liang felt a surge of joy. He rushed forward, his face swollen like a pig’s, putting on a pathetic display of having been terribly wronged.
"Young Master Fan, you’ve finally arrived!"
Chapter 78