Xue An slowly walked down the long street and arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion.
The steward stood on the steps, looking at him coldly, with no intention of making way.
The atmosphere instantly turned tense.
Taifeng, standing behind Xue An, wanted to speak but saw Xue An stepping onto the steps and then slowly walking up.
A glint of coldness flashed in the steward's eyes.
She had intended to intimidate this human boy who appeared from nowhere.
She never expected the other party wouldn't even look directly at her, which only made her furious.
She snorted coldly, stepped forward, intending to block Xue An's way.
But at that moment, Xue An suddenly raised his gaze and shot her a cold glance.
That single glance made the steward freeze in place, unable to move.
What kind of gaze was that!
Deep as the sea, yet filled with infinite indifference.
As if a god had descended to look down upon his people.
The steward was terrified.
