Chapter 46: Entering the Formation Alone

The old residence of the Zhenjiang Tan Clan.

In early spring in Zhenjiang, winter's chill had not yet faded, but the green of spring had already begun to appear on the branches. The tender green buds were just showing a hint of new color, shrouded in a faint morning mist that made them indistinct.

At this moment, a tall, elegant young man with a refined bearing walked in through the decorative outer gate. The ancient stone-carved wall behind him was like his gentle face—stable and approachable at first glance. The moisture soaking into the bluestone paving was like the light in his eyes; when he looked up at someone, the watery gleam in his eyes was about to scatter, hiding a trace of coldness beneath.