At the same time, a beam of white light flew down from the sky above an ancient family mansion like a falling meteor.
"Who is it?" In a quiet room, an old man who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and leaped out.
In the garden, a young man covered in blood was lying flat on the ground. His long silver hair revealed a kind of flirtatious charm. His face was deathly pale and his eyes were tightly shut. If it wasn't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought that he had already lost his life.
"Who is this person? how did he end up in our house?"
"It looks like he's from our family, but why haven't I seen him before?" A few young men and women were surrounding the young man, curiously sizing him up.
These young men and women were all handsome men and beautiful women. Each of them had long silver hair, but if one looked closely, they were far from the pure and enchanting charm of the young man on the ground.
