Su Muyao was dressed elegantly, her posture graceful as always, yet there was a faint blush coloring her cheeks the moment their eyes met.
It was subtle, but unmistakable.
They shared a meal together, the atmosphere warm and intimate.
Servants moved quietly in the background, replacing dishes and pouring tea before retreating discreetly.
Lin Feng also casually placed the exquisite dishes onto the table, his movements smooth and unhurried.
It was a simple action, yet it caused several servants nearby to gasp softly in surprise.
The moment the lids were lifted, a rich fragrance filled the hall.
Spiritual essence drifted faintly in the air, almost visible like a thin mist.
Even standing at a distance, the servants could feel the nourishing energy brushing against their skin.
They exchanged stunned glances.
Though their status in the clan was low, they were far from ignorant.
They recognized quality when they saw it.
