The handsome youth garbed in white walked to the left side of the palace hall, casually choosing a place to sit. He then closed his eyes and began cultivating while avoiding any conversation. His body was emitting an freezing-cold aura, like an ice fragment that was ten thousand years old. Even then, his viciousness fell a bit short of the red-haired man's killing intent. This man's frost aura was rather reserved, yet he maintained a feeling of aloofness that made sure nobody went as close as a thousand meters from him.
"Interesting." Xue Ying glanced at the handsome youth in white clothes, picked up a glass of wine, and then gave the start to a casual conversation with his companions. "There's no need to overestimate me. The experts participating in this Myriad Flower Feast are like the clouds in the sky; I'm really not much by comparison. I should consider myself fortunate if I can pass through the Starfield Selections."
