The white-clothed man spoke while bending down to pick up the kicked ball. The silver threads on his shoulders and cuffs, embroidered with cloud patterns, gently unfurled with his movements. As he lifted his head, the vermilion spot between his brows was vivid and striking.
Elegant demeanor, noble and graceful like an orchid.
Xu Jia's gaze slightly focused.
Cloud patterns, vermilion mark.
Even if she hadn't met him before, she could guess who he was from these two signifiers, especially since they had a brief encounter six months ago.
The vast majority of women who practice martial arts dream of the Jianghu and possess a heart that desires justice.
Xu Jia is one of those many.
And Yun Six Lang is the dream of Jianghu daughters.
He became famous at a young age, becoming the Yun Family Head at eighteen, with over a hundred disciples.
When it comes to the Suzhou Yun Family, there are likely few in the north or south who haven't heard of them.
