The expression of the young man standing in front of the gates to the courtyard occupied by the Yin Yang Unity Palace slowly began turning from a mocking smile into a grimace of annoyance as he saw the eyes of the disciple while Hua Ziyan seemed to not lose interest in him, as if his presence there no longer registered in her eyes.
Though even her line of sight was no longer pointed into his direction as she turned to the side with a happy glint lighting up in her eyes.
"Huh? What is that look for?"
"It's a look of sympathy, how ungrateful..."
A voice resounded from the side, as Hua Ziyan's eyes reflected a figure lightly stepping on the roof of a wall, as if descending from a flight as the white robes of the disciple of the Yin Yang Unity Palace flapped, settling after being risen by the oncoming wind.
The Prime Disciple of the other sect who were inviting the occupants of this courtyard to compare notes turned to the sound of the voice.
