A young man with clear skin and sky-blue hair jumped on stage, standing opposite Xie Yang.
The young man was wearing robes linen with spiritual crystals and had unique features, but the most eye-catching aspect about him was the intricate blue tattoo that stretched from his eyes, rolling to the back of his eyes.
There was a string of blue orbs on his wrists, and they brightly shone as if to express their worth that was in thousands of gold taels.
Xie Yang raised his eyelids to get a good look at his opponent, and he narrowed his eye because he found him familiar, 'Wait, this guy looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere before, but where?'
It wasn't just him who thought that but also the many spectators.
"Hmm, I'm sure I've seen him before."
"Me too."
"Are we mistaken?"
"It's not just you two. I also feel like I have seen this guy not too long ago."
"Count us in too."
