Beiting Huang's sharp gaze shot over. Even though they were separated by the carriage, Yan Ye could clearly feel it. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. He had never wanted to hide his identity from her. If she asked, he would tell her everything, but she seemed to have never cared about him!
The carriage stopped, and a jade-like hand reached out. His fingers were fair, and they shone like pearls and jade. Even women would be green with envy when they saw them. HIs hand gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a purple robe was seen. The nine-layered Red Spider Lily, woven with golden threads, flowed like golden light under the sunlight, making people not dare to look at it directly.
Whether it was the gods or the other weaker Spirit Masters, they all lowered their heads at this moment, not daring to look at the owner of the robe.
