They had spent nearly an entire day at the Gao Family estate.
Chen Xiaojun's carriage slowly left the streets and alleys of Old Gao Ward in the sunset's picturesque afterglow.
The carriage was understated in design, without excessive ornamentation, yet its clean lines and deep colors conveyed a restrained elegance and solidity.
That air was much like Chen Xiaojun himself, revealing distinction in his composure and nobility in his modesty.
Inside the carriage, a faint smile rippled across Su Ningxia's lips. "I hope the Gao Family understands the Young Master's deeper intentions."
Cheng Yun gave a soft snort, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes. "If they fail to understand and their actions prove utterly disappointing, we need never have anything to do with them again."
Zhu Wuneng hesitated beside them. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.
His gaze wandered around the carriage, finally settling on Chen Xiaojun's face before quickly shifting away.
Chen Xiaojun sat quietly in the carriage with his eyes closed, untouched by the turmoil of the outside world.
His expression was as calm as still water, but who could know what vast, surging waves lay beneath that calm?
Only Xiao Yi, seated beside him, remained serene and composed, her bearing quiet and graceful.
Bathed in the sunset, she looked all the more radiant and exquisite, untouched by worldly dust.
Meanwhile, in Gao Yunpeng's study at the Gao Family estate, a discussion about the exchange of secret techniques was underway.
"We exchanged for thirteen secret techniques this time," Gao Yunpeng said with a trace of regret. "Unfortunately, apart from our profound art-level secret techniques, all our other restraint techniques have now passed into outside hands. I don't know whether that's good or bad."
"Hidebound fool," Gao Ying