Continuing to look, a young man with oiled hair and powdered face slowly walked in with a thin fan.
This young man, named Yang Yan, styled himself cool with the fan and wore ancient clothing, appearing quite out of place in the surroundings.
"Yang Yan?"
Seeing this person, Ye Yurou frowned, looking somewhat worriedly at Wei Feng beside her.
"Yurou, long time no see!"
The young man, Yang Yan, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile, greeted with a meaningful tone.
Ye Yurou took a step back with some disgust, then stood beside Wei Feng.
Seeing this, Wei Feng stepped forward, subtly positioning himself to protect Ye Yurou.
Observing this scene, Yang Yan furrowed his brows, displaying visible irritation.
"Are you Wei Feng?"
Yang Yan walked up to Wei Feng, lifted his head slightly, and asked disdainfully.
"Eighth-level Evolver, Wei Feng, pleased to meet you!"
