The boy stood confidently.
The girl stood slightly behind him.
Whenever attention shifted toward her, she instinctively lowered her gaze.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of her sleeve.
Her shoulders remained stiff.
It was obvious which one usually handled conversations.
Kiara folded her arms.
"Let's start with introductions."
The boy immediately stepped forward.
He had clearly heard enough about Kiara to understand her status.
Moreover, the royal crest displayed upon the carriages left little room for misunderstanding.
Thus, he respectfully cupped his fists.
"Lady Kiara."
His voice carried neither arrogance nor excessive humility.
"My name is Dong Fang. This is Zi Ling, granddaughter of our Clan Head. We are disciples of the Kunlun Sect."
Kiara blinked in surprise. "Dong Fang? Zi Ling? Are you from the Eastern Continent?"
The boy nodded with a smile, "Yes."
Kiara was taken aback for a moment.
