The young man advanced step by step, his gaze sweeping past Yang Yiming and Yun Hong, his expression unfathomably serene as if the beaten Yun Hong, with half his teeth broken and mouth full of blood, was not a member of his Yun Family, not his brother at all.
This scene slightly deepened Chen Yuan's impression of Yun Xiu.
In prosperity, one should not be overly joyful. In adversity, do not be discouraged. In tranquility, do not indulge. In danger, do not be alarmed.
Those who can harbor thunder in their hearts but stay calm as a still lake can be appointed as Admirals.
Yun Xiu's skill in maintaining his composure and his shrewdness seemed even greater than that of Yang Renhua, the head of a family.
And yet, he was nearly thirty years younger than Yang Renhua.
"I am Yun Xiu. May I know who this young brother is...?"
Yun Xiu caught sight of Chen Yuan at a glance; after all, in the hall, only Chen Yuan could sit there comfortably, laughing and chatting with Wang Zhilin.
