This man was no commoner, but neither was he noble. He did not hail from a great family; rather, he was a merchant striving to provide a decent life for his family. He had never heard of the Great Marshall of the Beast Army. There was no need for him to know, as he was merely a clerk in his family's marketplace. But his employer was different. As he patrolled the shop floor, his heart leapt to his throat upon spotting a white-haired young man in his store. He hurried to the counter instantly, his eyes turning cold as he saw the contempt on his clerk's face and the amusement twinkling in Yan Xiaobao's eyes.
