Even if Pei Ye has not seen the world, he knows that what he now faces before him is "the world."
Shi Zanxue, distinguished by his elegant composure, stepped in. The chilly aloofness that usually surrounded him dissipated, and he became like just any common man in the room.
The five people positioned themselves inside the room, forming a circle.
Starting from the left was a frail-looking, kind-hearted old man, a verdant sword resting on his knee, like a flourishing new leaf sprouting from withered wood. To his side, a man in his forties, wearing plain white attire, appeared deep and profound, resembling an immovable stone pillar enduring the ravages of a hundred years of wind and weather. The moment Pei Ye's gaze landed on him, he felt a chill run through him.
Sitting directly opposite was a man of peculiar countenance.
