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Qin Yu thought a certain man was noticeable, not because he was handsome or dressed in fancy clothes. On the contrary, this person had an ordinary appearance; in every aspect, he looked quite average, neither taciturn and aloof nor sunny and enthusiastic.
His strength was ordinary, his appearance and demeanor were ordinary, and he even had the cautious and low-key traits akin to an average cultivator—with a bit of wariness mixed in.
He was utterly unremarkable in all aspects—no matter how you looked at him, he seemed ordinary.
But to Qin Yu, who had just teased Zhou Dundun with a touch of elegant allure in a Bai Lian style, the moment she looked up and saw someone akin to a regular cultivator, her instincts told her that this seemingly ordinary person was anything but ordinary. Why was that?
