Possessed

The bright moon that was suspending in the sky shed down soft lights.

Inside a brightly lit study room, Ling Xian and Ling Tian Xiao held onto their tea cups and sat across each other.

The feast had ended, but Ling Xian had no fallen from the alcohol. Even though he was the center of attention at the feast and everyone came to pay their respect, with his identity, who dared to get him drunk? They simply drank before him to show him their admiration.

Right after the feast, he accompanied Ling Tian Xiao to the study room to talk about the past and ask about how the Clan had been in the last eight years.

"Young Master, I heard that…" Ling Tian Xiao hesitated and stopped himself.

Ling Xian faintly grinned, "Leader, you may speak. It doesn't matter."

"You see, around seven years ago, I heard that you offended the Third Prince and Nobel Xiao Yao. Then you disappeared." Ling Tian Xiao finally spoke out after much hesitation.