Yun Ran paid no attention to this highly incongruous scene, not even sparing the newcomer a second glance, let alone caring about his fears.
"Noble, please come this way!"
This wasn't the first time Yun Ran was referred to as a noble, but it was the first time being called so by a once adversarial force, which felt quite bizarre.
Ma San at this moment felt like a slave who had turned the tables. He used to just follow behind others, serving as nothing more than a background fixture.
But now it was different, he had pledged allegiance, subconsciously straightening his back, determined not to embarrass his master.
It was just that he didn't have a broom in hand; otherwise, he would sweep the already clean ground over again before letting his master walk.
The person quickly led Yun Ran to a courtyard that appeared extraordinarily luxurious, and this courtyard was very new.
This newness wasn't from recent construction, but rather, almost devoid of any lingering human presence.
