Behind him, unbeknownst to him, someone had appeared.
It was a Daoist clad in a bright red Daoist robe. The Daoist appeared to be around thirty, with skin like fine jade and features that were extremely delicate and handsome. His upturned phoenix eyes seemed gentle and affectionate. Behind him, he carried a six-foot longsword with a black scabbard and a white hilt, with the black and white colors as distinct as Yin and Yang.
Shu Guan looked at this amorous, dashing, unruly, and debonair handsome Daoist, swallowed hard as his Adam's apple bobbed nervously.
It was his first time seeing this handsome Daoist.
But from the first glance, he already knew who the other party was.
This Daoist must be Lu Duangyang!
Lu Duangyang had found him.
The handsome Daoist was also looking at Shu Guan, a faint smile playing about his lips as he nodded at Shu Guan, saying,
