Yan Caiwei pursed her lips, her bright almond-shaped eyes following the figure. Even when he threw himself into The Golden Bowl, the big-eyed beauty was still unable to shake off the scene from just now.
How awe-inspiring ... She thought.
"Young master Xu is a God." The white-robed sorcerers exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
To them, such a way of showing off in front of the masses was a little too fashionable and innovative, and it had a huge impact on their hearts.
In comparison, senior brother yang, who only knew how to repeatedly say "there's no one like me in this world," seemed very inferior.
At the thought of this, the white-robed sorcerer and Chu Caiwei subconsciously turned to look at yang qianhuan, only to see senior Yang's entire body convulsing.
