Ning Xuan tensed up as she watched the person approach. Although she had a vague feeling that this person meant her no harm, she couldn't help but be on guard when faced with a power so far beyond her own.
The refined man holding a box walked toward Ning Xuan, flanked by two soldiers. Stopping before her, he asked, "May I ask if you are Miss Ning Xuan?"
"I am." Ning Xuan nodded slightly. Suddenly, her nose twitched. She caught a pleasant fragrance—the scent of the most precious Agarwood on Earth! Her eyes followed the scent to its source, and she suddenly grew curious about the man before her.
"Greetings, Miss Ning." The refined man bowed. His movements were elegant and proper, a clear sign of excellent etiquette training.
