"Are you Chen Ye?"
Hua Jingxin peered out cautiously from behind her brother Hua Wuyin, scrutinizing the man before her.
She had originally believed that the Peak Master of Baopu Peak, capable of such ruthless acts, must be a fierce and intimidating figure.
Unexpectedly, the young man seated before her wore a modest gray robe, sitting composedly on a bluestone, with a gentle and refined appearance reminiscent of an Exiled Immortal.
At first glance.
Hua Jingxin almost thought she was the villain and Chen Ye was the righteous character.
"He's quite handsome, much more pleasing to the eye than that old geezer..."
Hua Jingxin secretly mumbled to herself.
As for Chen Ye,
at a time like this, he naturally wouldn't pay attention to the woman.
He curiously surveyed the dense, ink-like gray barrier overhead:
