"Oh my god, it's god Qiao."
Yang Jingshen was shaken out of his split-second daze by the high-pitched whisper of Xu Heng, which somehow sounded like a young girl fangirling over her favorite idol. "I can't believe it's god Qiao."
The youngster standing in front of them who possessed stunning good looks smiled shallowly. "Just call me little Qiao is fine. After all, I'm younger than all of you ne."
Xu Heng quickly rejected this suggestion, with Yang Jingshen adding in a word or two. However, all four of them pretended not to understand the allusion to their age. The careless smile on the young man's face grew a shade brighter, making him appear more and more like an immortal. But on closer look, there was a hint of mockery clearly visible within his pair of large, dark eyes.
