Upon seeing Yue Jinghua stride into the room with great presence, the expressions of the three men present all differed.
It was him.
Fa Xiaoyi recognized Yue Jinghua at a glance, but immediately thereafter, he keenly noticed the two outstanding men beside him showing significant changes in their demeanor after laying eyes on the newcomer.
The Summoner who was suppressing him outright seemed contemptuous yet helpless.
The man with violet eyes had a slight smile on his lips, his gaze tender enough to drip water.
Such reactions, unless these two men were both gay, indicate only one thing: the newcomer was a woman.
At the right time, the Dual Cultivation Mark on Fa Xiaoyi's neck started to burn.
"You are... Yue Jinghua," Fa Xiaoyi stared at the other's face, exquisite even behind a mask, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart that spread rapidly after noticing the gazes of the two men beside him.
