The Taoist Boy cried and wailed, causing an awkward situation for everyone present.
Li Yan tossed a towel over his shoulder and approached the boy, first taking a moment to appraise the boy's expensive silk Daoist Robe. Only then did he speak.
"What brings the young Mage here?"
Li Yan's features were far easier on the eyes than Deng Tianxiong's, and despite the Fierce Chaos Tattoo on his chest, the well-proportioned bones and muscle contours full of vitality could not be overlooked.
The Taoist Boy sniffled and asked in a childish voice, "Are you Li Yan, General Li?"
"Indeed, I am." Li Yan replied without any change in expression.
The little boy stood up, patting his pristine white Daoist Robe, and then bowed deeply to Li Yan with utmost formality.