By the time Chu Yu noticed Tian Rujing's presence, they were only about twenty feet apart. Even though she could not see his face clearly, she could clearly recognize the approaching character based on his suit of purple attire and his light walking gait as if his feet were not touching the ground.
In the solemn yet splendid palace, the young man's silhouette seemed to be traveling in an isolated space that was unpolluted by the dust of the mortal world.
'Tian Rujing…' Chu Yu pursed her lips in disdain as she despised psychics.
