"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be an Autumn Valley disciple?"
The young man glared at Zhou Donghuang. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected someone to pose as a disciple of the Autumn Valley.
Wasn't he afraid of death?
He had only agreed to bring this young stranger to He Mengxi because he could never have imagined anyone pretending to be an Autumn Valley disciple.
He'd failed to consider that perhaps He Mengxi did not know that the Autumn Valley Lord had already accepted this young man as a disciple. However, this scenario was practically impossible.
He Mengxi was the Autumn Valley Lord's only daughter!
"Posing as an Autumn Valley disciple?"
He Mengxi frowned a little when she heard what the young man said before finally turning to take a good look at him.
The young man dressed in white met her gaze. She had a weird feeling. It was almost as if he knew her.
