Simultaneously, in House 355, Xiao Ming's eyes snapped open, radiating a profound light as he welcomed the dawn of a new day.
His gaze sharpened, and a cruel smile—dark and reminiscent of a plotting demon—curved on his lips.
"Is it here? Bring it on!"
Xiao Ming muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the air.
His lips twisted into a mocking smirk as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.
Xue Mao, the snow cat, rested calmly on Xiao Ming's shoulder, while Xiyu, the small creature nestled on his other shoulder, had already fallen into its usual deep slumber, oblivious to the world around it.
Xiao Ming's aura emanated calmness and unshakable confidence, a quiet storm ready to break.
With each purposeful step he took, his stance spoke volumes of disdain for the impending confrontation.