Ye Qing Luo was going to evade, but she felt that powerful qi wave unexpectedly bypassed her, as it rumbled by the side of Yuchi Ya's leg.
Fortunately, it obstructed Yuchi Ya's surge of sword wave.
"Who's there!" Yuchi Ya struck but missed and was unable to restrain his anger as he roared explosively.
Ye Qing Luo also followed the direction the profound qi struck from and looked over.
She only saw a man dressed in white, waving his folding fan, neither too quickly nor too slowly as he stepped into the medicine hall.
His white clothes fluttered, refined and honorable, the corners of his mouth tilted up slightly.
That was an extremely conceited smile.
If this smile was on somebody else's face, perhaps it'd be a joke, but on his face, it actually looked natural and coherent.
Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes as her mind pondered whether the other party was a friend or foe.
