At this moment, Shang Ruyi was almost suffocated.
Although she hadn't seen anything terrifying, quite the opposite, she looked up to meet a pair of clear, miraculous eyes.
These eyes were clear and bright, the gaze was distant; though it was a face-to-face encounter, being watched by these eyes felt like being observed by a pair of celestial eyes peering through the clouds from the heavens.
Almost in an instant, Shang Ruyi didn't even know where she was.
She stared blankly at those eyes.
Then, she looked at the owner of those eyes—
It was a young man dressed in snow-white monastic robes, tall and slender, but due to his lean build, the layered robes did not appear bulky and cumbersome on him. Instead, they exuded a sense of elegance, especially when the wind blew, causing his clothes to flap like floating white clouds, free and uninhibited.
This person was the one in Yanyue City!
