Xiao Yu looked at the man, and after a while he found his voice: "Xiao Yu."
That man was wearing the plain red shirt worn by the disciples outside Linye Hall, but the red was darker than that of the other disciples. His face, which was half gentle and half handsome, was indescribably gorgeous.
He looked at Xiao Yu with an indifferent expression, but his deep eyes almost reminded Xiao Yu of the Qianzhang Abyss in Lingzhou.
He curled his lips nonchalantly, without any smile on his face, cupped his hands and said:
"Ruan Jue."