Behind him, unbeknownst to him, someone had appeared.
It was a Daoist clad in a bright red Daoist robe. The Daoist seemed to be around thirty, his face as fine as jade, features exceedingly handsome and clear-cut. His peach-blossom eyes slanted upwards, emanating a gentle and affectionate manner. Suspended on his back was a sword in a six-feet long black scabbard with a white hilt, stark in its black and white colors as distinct as Yin and Yang.
Shu Guan watched this affectionate and free-spirited, reckless yet charming handsome Daoist, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed hard.
It was the first time he had seen this handsome Daoist.
Yet, from the first glance, he had already known who the other person was.
This Daoist must certainly be Lu Duangyang!
Lu Duangyang had sought him out.
The handsome Daoist was also looking at Shu Guan, a glint of a hardly perceptible smile on his lips as he nodded and said,
