The Xia Family arrived in Capital City on this day, and Xia Tingfeng went early to greet them.
Shedding the attire of the Imperial Forest Army, he was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, a narrow cloud-patterned belt cinching his waist. His sharp, defined features had long since shed their youthful immaturity.
Tempered by the slaughter of countless battles, an innate martial prowess now marked his features, and a trace of icy fierceness still lingered in his eyes.
All this was completely absent in the Xia Tingfeng who had once been a street ruffian.
Atop the city wall, he stood with his hands clasped behind him, squinting as he gazed into the distance, letting the whistling breeze gently lift his robe.
In the distance, a procession of carriages approached slowly, about a dozen in all.
It was unknown who all were seated within, but the leading carriage likely carried Old Master Xia, because he recognized the old coachman driving it.
