Wu Tian's group was highly conspicuous. There was Wu Tian, a gentleman of distinguished poise; the graceful figures of Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian; Murong Yezi and her captivating charm; Xiao Tianzan, with his handsome maturity; the elegant Xiao Liang; and the imposing Cui Chong. To say nothing of the little one, whose cuteness was universally adored.
They were like magnets, drawing everyone's gaze. Yet, such attention did not affect Wu Tian, whose heart remained calm. Very few things could disturb his inner poise.
Huangfu Jiusi approached, drawing the eyes of many women not only to Wu Tian's group but also to himself. These watchful eyes were precisely what he desired.
"Hello, you must be Wu Tian. Junior Brother Zhang Fengtian has mentioned you," Huangfu Jiusi said with a smile. He was only twenty-five; Zhang Fengtian was old enough to be his grandfather.
