Chapter 422: A Poisionous Game

*Xu Feng probably rolling around in the grass somewhere, 'Never trust an old snake!'*

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The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension, yet a sense of stability seemed to underpin the emotions swirling within. Xuan Yang's thoughts churned like turbulent waters, while his grandfather's gaze flickered between him and the two imposing figures standing silently in the background.

Jia and Jun, the shadowy presence in the room, seemed to blend seamlessly into the background, their watchful eyes darting to and fro as they observed the unfolding conversation. 

Xuan Muchen's occasional glances towards them did not go unnoticed, and Xuan Muchen couldn't shake the feeling of unease that their presence evoked.

These were some of the men who had been around Xuan Yang for nearly a decade. They were recruited one by one after Xuan Jian, but were not officially adopted into the family like the latter.