What Child?

In the twilight glow of the pavilion, an unreadable expression masked Xu Feng's features. 

Despite the confusion bubbling within, he maintained an appearance of composure, concealing the whirlwind of questions that danced behind the cool exterior he'd put up. 

'Child?' The word echoed like a riddle, bouncing off the walls of his mind.

With a calculated tact, Xu Feng masked his emotions while maintaining a calm shield, ignoring the iceberg twined around him like a snake. He calmly looked at the other snake staring straight at him.

Across the pavilion, Xuan Yang stood graceful, his expression serious. His gaze bore into Xu Feng in turn.

"Erlang is a child..." Xu Feng's voice, deliberate and measured, broke the lingering silence, each word weighted with a quiet intensity. "But he is sturdy and big." The words hung in the air, wrapped in layers of hidden meaning.