Xie Wuhua had been standing outside the door for a long time.
He was not in a hurry.
Even if he had to stand there for a day and a night, he would not lose his patience.
Fortunately, the people inside the door did not make him wait that long.
After that "long time," there was the sound of light footsteps coming from the room, and then the door was opened.
The person who opened the door was a man.
He was tall, handsome, with a cold gaze and an overbearing aura.
His snow-white robe and the long sword at his waist were his symbols.
His cold temperament and reticent character were the only impressions people had of him.
"Hmph ... You're finally willing to come out and see me?" Although the door was open, Xie Wuhua still stood three steps away from the threshold, not daring to enter.
Leng yuqiu did not reply. She only looked at the square-faced young man in silence.
