To call him a teenager is somewhat stretching it; he's probably just a little over ten, at most eleven or twelve years old.
Qin Ming caught a mental image in the emotions of that steward—a half-grown youth with sharp eyes, commanding domineeringly.
Ahead, the boy had rosy lips and white teeth, appearing quite handsome.
Moreover, his mind was incredibly sharp, as if he sensed something and looked this way.
Qin Ming frowned; this wasn't an ordinary child, since regular people wouldn't be on the cultivation path at around eleven years old.
The boy looked this way with a slight condescending smile, as if mocking them, and then even showed a look of disgust.
Qin Ming really wanted to smack this brat because that kind of expression really provoked a beating!
He was clearly a child not much older, and with outstanding looks, but somehow not likable at all. With those eyes and that expression, Qin Ming wanted to rush over and kick him.
