Ji Feixue's expression shifted ever so slightly.
"Eh?" Feng Si's eyes widened in astonishment, shimmering with the aura of Eight Trigrams, "Aha! You really have it!"
Originally, it was just a scent that was a bit different, and she was just teasing, according to Ji Feixue's temperament, she should disdainfully ignore such teasing.
What was this guilty conscience all about?
She turned her head to look towards the cave dwelling, leaned close to Ji Feixue, and whispered, "Aren't you going to call him out and let us meet him?"
What's with the stinginess, girl?
While she was absorbed in her gossip, the door of the dwelling squeaked open, and a black-clothed figure walked out.
With red lips and white teeth, the graceful youth bore colorful wings on his back, which instead of appearing demon-like, added a touch of valor.
"I am... Gu Luo, it is a pleasure to meet both of you."
Ji Feixue: "???"
