"It's you."
Chu Yi turned around, the person coming was none other than the young man who had questioned him in the Council Hall, Song Bai.
"I am Chu Yi. May I ask for your honorable name?"
"Song Bai."
Both of their expressions were very calm. Although Chu Yi seemed tranquil on the surface, inside he was quite unsettled, worrying that Song Bai might be looking for trouble with him.
"I want to make friends with you," Song Bai said casually, and then reached out his hand.
Chu Yi looked into Song Bai's eyes, which were crystal clear and seemed to hold no impurities, very pure.
Moreover, Chu Yi had hardly made any friends from childhood to adulthood. Back at Qingcang Mountain, he spent his days diligently studying, and after arriving in Binhai, real friends seemed to be few and far between.
Chu Yi took Song Bai's outstretched hand, and Song Bai responded with a smile, snapped his folding fan shut with a clap, let go of Chu Yi's hand, nodded, and bowed all in one fluid motion.
