Mo Ye suddenly froze. He narrowed his eyes at the restaurant not far from him.
The gazes of the onlookers had also shifted to that area, where motes of white light had gathered in the air and formed a mysterious array.
The array spun fast, releasing thick waves of mysterious energy as it did. Gusts of wind arose, and like a long dragon, they blew past the ground, sweeping up rocks and sand.
Four figures slowly walked out from the small sandstorm.
The gusts of wind eventually dispersed, and the four figures became clearer.
Bu Fang's hair was not held up by the velvet rope. Instead, it hung down, so the rushing winds caused it to flutter about.
Nethery's long black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her beautiful, slender legs swayed captivatingly, and her breathing drew the gazes of so many onlookers.
