Mr. Xu was not alone today in meeting Ye Feng; sitting beside him was an old man of similar age. Although both were of similar ages, the aura they exuded was vastly different.
Mr. Xu gave off the vibe of a genteel and scholarly master, while the man next to him displayed a distinct presence, formidable and astute, resembling a high-ranking military officer. The two formed a stark contrast: one scholarly, the other martial.
"Ye Feng, you're here? Come and sit." Seeing Ye Feng come in, Mr. Xu, who had been chatting, smiled and greeted Ye Feng.
"Mr. Xu, no need to be polite, and who is this gentleman?" Ye Feng, neither overly humble nor arrogant, found an empty seat and sat down, smiling and gesturing towards the man next to Mr. Xu.