The Tang Sect's island was a haven of eternal spring, and the man was clad in a light white shirt, sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal his resilient, fair arms.
He seemed to have come in a hurry from the medicine refining room, still carrying with him the scent of medicinal herbs.
In the man's deep, silent eyes, a layer of exquisite mist seemed to shroud his gaze—chilling and aloof, yet inexplicably bewitching.
The sunlight from outside the window spilled over his tall and straight figure, as if he was a Banished Immortal who had strayed into the mortal world.
Handsome and otherworldly, incomparably peerless.
Upon seeing Yun Zhuo approaching, Yun Qingge lowered her lashes, a trace of unease in her expression.
Did he overhear her conversation with her Senior Sister?
Yun Zhuo walked up to Ming Yao, held her wrist, and pulled her away with him.
At the doorway, Ming Yao forcefully freed herself from Yun Zhuo's large grasp.
