After the young boy finished killing, he casually put away his sword, which had not a single drop of blood on it.
His aura was restrained, not a trace of True Essence leaked out, and Han Yi couldn't sense any power from the boy.
Ye Feng smiled faintly, as if he had already known the outcome. He served another bowl of rice to the boy, adding many dishes, and handed it to him: "Xuan, eat up..." Xuan nodded and began eating.
In no time, Xuan had devoured all the food, then he looked at Ye Feng: "I'm sleepy..."
Ye Feng nodded gently and said, "If you're sleepy, rest for a while." Xuan lay beside Ye Feng and fell asleep.
Han Yi looked at the sleeping Xuan with confusion, then turned to Ye Feng and asked curiously: "Ye Feng, is he your son?"
Ye Feng nodded, "Yes!" Upon hearing Ye Feng's answer, Han Yi felt even more strange.
