All the cultivators turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.
Young master blood Yin's face darkened, and he also looked over.
Under everyone's gaze, a figure stepped out from the crowd. It was a young man in white, with black hair, a handsome face, and bright eyes. He had a kind of outstanding and immortal temperament.
When the cultivators saw this, they were all shocked by the aura on this person's body.
This temperament was by no means ordinary!
"Which family's young master is this?"
"I don't recognize you!"
They looked at it carefully and were full of doubts.
"This face ... Why does it look so familiar?" Some people wondered. They felt that this person was familiar, but they couldn't remember who he was.
Zhao Qingxue was stunned when she heard the voice.
When she turned around and saw the young man in white, she was shocked as if she was struck by lightning.
"Eh? Who is this guy ...?"
