In the smoke and dust, the White-clothed youth's figure swayed like a dream, but it also revealed the realness of the mortal world.
In a seemingly real and illusionary state, the figure stepped through the ruins and arrived in front of the living room as if no one was there.
He walked up the stairs alone, his snow-white clothes fluttering in the wind. His dark eyes were like an extension of the darkness, exuding a profoundness that no one could understand.
Clang-
Creak-
The invited guests couldn't help but stand up, as if they were welcoming the legendary uncrowned war god.
They were all people of their own region, and in their own fields, they were respected by tens of thousands of people.
However, at this moment, they were all like the most humble gravel in the world, not daring to breathe loudly as they stared at the arrival of a white-robed young man!
Xia qingchen had come!
He had really come to the ninth Prince's residence!
