After Doctor Wang bowed and retreated, Xiao Chan lifted the curtain of the horse carriage door.
In the main chamber of the horse carriage sat a lean youth, seventeen or eighteen years old, his dark hair tied with a hairband, and his clothes, though not of fine thin silk textile, were clean and tidy.
The youth was very delicate-looking, especially his pale face, which made his jade-like sparkling eyes particularly striking.
But more eye-catching than his face was his demeanor; he was like a cold and solitary pine standing on a cliff, his gaze carrying an even colder chill than the pine.
This unique aura made people dare only to watch from a distance and not approach carelessly.
However, this was only the impression of strangers; for the youths gathered around the horse carriage, there was no such barrier.
They clustered around the carriage, even Ah Dao who was on top of the carriage stretched his head down, all of them staring at the person in the main chamber of the carriage.