Responding to Long Changxu's greeting, a man in his thirties, about six feet tall, walked in.
This man wore a pale blue Hengshan Sect disciple uniform, with a matching belt around his waist, from which the hilt of a sword protruded; the blade gleamed with a cold light, revealing the engraving "Wild Goose Peak Misty Rain" on it.
He had a high nose bridge and tightly closed lips, giving off an air of indifference.
As a result, even as everyone in the hall smiled, that touch of harsh coldness lingered.
"Hengshan disciple, slender build, six feet tall, beard..."
Zhao Rong's mind thundered with a loud "dong."
It matched.
It completely matched Qu Feiyan's description.
Could this guy be the spy?
Zhao Rong brightened his eyes, staring at his every move just like the others present.
"Lai!"
Lu Shilai also stepped forward to greet him, but Zhao Rong noticed his expression was strange and lackluster, knowing this man was not a disciple of Liu.
