"Senior!"
An Zhiyan emerged from the house, met with smiles and greetings from the clan soldiers on both sides, each smile warm and friendly, even those outside the courtyard were waving at him.
An Zhiyan nodded and replied to each one with a beaming smile, suddenly feeling as if he were worlds apart from his past. He had always been greedy and tyrannical in the An Family, where he held absolute power, and the servants would cower at his sight, with people being killed over the slightest displeasure.
After his family's downfall and his ensuing refuge in the Li Family, it was during an attack by magical beasts that he tried to gain favor with the Li Family by saving a young clan soldier. That same night, the youth knocked on his door with a beaming smile, carrying in a big bowl of dumplings his mother had made as a way to express gratitude. They talked all night, and An Zhiyan, with a grimace, asked:
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The youth paused, then burst out laughing, replying:
