A Nineteen-Year-Old Eighth-Grade Alchemist Stuns the Han Clan

Xiao Yi Xian walked over to Lu Heng's side and said with a soft smile:

"Everywhere you go, you have to fight first. That temperament of yours hasn't changed one bit."

Lu Heng shook his head helplessly.

"They wouldn't listen to reason, so I could only speak with my fists."

Zi Yan bounced over, tugging on Lu Heng's sleeve as she shouted:

"Lu Heng, Lu Heng! They said they're hosting a family banquet! The food in the Black-Corner Region is awful. Today, I'm definitely going to eat their house empty!"

Qing Lin pursed her lips in a smile from the side and obediently followed behind Lu Heng.

Han Yue stepped forward, a faint blush on her fair cheeks as she looked at Lu Heng somewhat bashfully.

"I'm sorry. You had to see that."

Lu Heng reached out and rubbed her silvery-white hair, his movements natural and intimate.

"Don't be silly. As long as you're all right, that's all that matters."

Han Yue's body stiffened slightly, then she obediently allowed him to caress her. A gentle warmth melted across her formerly cool expression.

Han Xue, walking ahead of them, turned back and nearly stared her eyes round at the sight.

Her elder sister, who had always been cold and dismissive toward every man and was known as the Iceberg Goddess, was as docile as a little cat in front of this man.

If word of this reached the other clans in Tianbei City, who knew how many jaws would drop.

Surrounded by the Han Clan elders, the group headed toward Elegant Garden, the most luxurious courtyard in the Han Clan's rear compound.

The family banquet was held in Bright Moon Pavilion in the Han Clan's rear garden.

The long table was laid with twelve hot dishes, six cold platters, and two