Competing to Win Him Over

Xue Qinghe's gaze lingered on Ye Feng for a moment, a faint trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

The young man before him wore a dark red formal suit, standing tall and straight, with handsome features.

Yet there was a steadiness and composure between his brows that did not match his age.

What concerned Xue Qinghe even more was the indescribable aura surrounding the youth.

Noble and aloof, like a snow lotus atop a mountain peak, yet also like a phoenix reborn amid blazing flames.

Such a bearing was not something an ordinary orphan could possibly have cultivated.

"Brother Ye Feng is so young, yet already possesses such poise. That is truly rare."

Xue Qinghe smiled faintly, his tone gentle. "May I ask where you studied, Brother? Do you have any elders in your family?"

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Here it came—the probing.

He knew that with how he was dressed today, along with his connection to Dugu Bo, keeping a low profile would be difficult.

Still, being asked about his background directly by the Crown Prince caught him somewhat off guard.

"Your Highness flatters me."

Ye Feng cupped his hands, a proper smile on his face. "This junior came from humble beginnings and has no master. I was merely fortunate enough to encounter a few opportunities."

"Fortunate?"

Xue Qinghe gave a soft laugh, his gaze drifting over him. "Someone who could achieve fifty consecutive victories at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena was probably not relying on luck alone, was he?"

Ye Feng's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged. "Your Highness jokes. Those were merely trivial skirmishes, not worth mentioning."

Xue Qinghe looked deeply at him and did not press further, merely raising the wine cup in his hand.

"Brother Ye Feng is too modest.