Meng Hao's face tightened. All of a sudden, his features looked exactly the same as they used to. He was his old self, skin a bit dark, cultured and refined, with the air of a scholar. Within the scholar's air existed a touch of something demonic, and a hint of callousness.
Meng Hao frowned, neither lifting his head up nor paying any attention to Chu Yuyan's voice, which drifted in from outside the Immortal's Cave.
"Fang Mu!" she said again, her delicate brow furrowed. She had come with the specific purpose of thoroughly examining Fang Mu to find out why he irritated her so much.
