There was only one Jiang family in the ancient martial arts world, and there was only one person that was known as Young Master Jiang.
So as soon as the bodyguard uttered the name, Murong Feixu looked up, surprised etched unto her face as she saw Jiang Shuxuan standing not far from the two women. There was an indifferent expression on his face, but those deep, dark eyes that were on her made her panic inside.
"Young Master Jiang." Murong Feixu's mouth was dry, and she was at a loss as to this man's sudden appearance.
Gu Xiqiao looked at Murong Feixu, and then she couldn't help but turn her head at her words. Sure enough, Jiang Shuxuan was standing there.
He walked slowly towards Gu Xiqiao, his eyes gliding across Murong Feixu's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Who are you?"
