Zhang Lexuan rose as usual that morning, washed up, and prepared to begin her guard duty for the day.
To be honest, this assignment to watch over the Xiao Clan felt less like a mission and more like a leisurely retreat. It was absurdly easy.
As usual, she made a slow patrol around the Xiao Clan residence. But she had barely made it halfway around when she saw that every member of the clan was out and about, busy packing their belongings. The whole place was bustling.
She thought for a moment, then suddenly understood. Today was the day Xiao Yi and the others were returning.
Her gaze swept over the crowd and immediately landed on Xiao Yi, who was helping with the work.
The boy wore a gentle smile as he chatted casually with the ordinary clan members beside him, while deftly hauling heavy objects and steadily loading supplies onto the waiting carriages.
He looked so easygoing and down-to-earth—nothing like she had imagined.
She had assumed that an unparalleled genius who had made a name for himself at the Academy at such a young age, with talent that eclipsed his peers, would be arrogant, conceited, and brash.
At that moment, Zhang Lexuan regarded Xiao Yi with deep curiosity, along with a subtle unease rooted in Bei Bei.
"A Soul King before the age of thirteen?" She focused on sensing the fluctuations of Xiao Yi's Soul Power, and a flash of astonishment flickered through her eyes. Xiao Yi wasn't merely a newly advanced Soul King—he was already level 54.
Wasn't it said that Martial Souls with an Ultimate Attribute developed extremely slowly in the early stages, making breakthroughs difficult?
Zhang Lexuan's gaze went unfocused. For a moment, she doubted everything she knew.
Xiao Yi had noticed the unfamiliar woman watching