Ji Yaoxue's petite body shuddered slightly as she turned around.
Not far away, a delicate and scholarly cultivator strode over. He wore green robes that fluttered gently in the wind and he had clear eyes with a faint smile on his face.
Ji Yaoxue was stunned, stuck in a trance for a long time.
For some reason, she felt a lump in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes.
That figure had appeared in her mind countless times.
Yet, now that she actually saw it, everything felt surreal.
It was as though everything else was silent as the only thing reverberating in her ears was that sentence, "Miss Ji, how have you been?"
"You're good! So, you knew Mr. Mo long ago but you've kept it so well-hidden from me!" Bai Yuhan leaned in and whispered to Ji Yaoxue.
When she heard that, Ji Yaoxue gradually returned to her senses. By then, the green-robed man was already close to her.
"Greetings, Mr. Mo."
