"I'm sorry, I mistook you!"
Yang Zhen spoke with such ease, as though he was joking around with old friends from thousands of years ago, entirely nonchalant.
"You!"
Bote's face flushed with anger, but he knew that he had been rather presumptuous in staring at the Blue Bird Saintess, so he just huffed without saying another word. Still, he couldn't help but want to sneak another few glances at her.
The Blue Bird Saintess' aura was incredibly powerful; her presence almost instantly made her the center of attention, with nearly all eyes in the room falling on her.
