Hearing the voice, Jiang Jichen snapped out of his daze. He temporarily suppressed his surprise and looked up.
He saw a young man dressed in white, a silver Medicine Cauldron emblem embroidered on his chest.
He was tall and well-built with a handsome face, and he carried himself with an exceptional air. He was a charismatic man.
Behind him followed a group of young men and women, ranging from sixteen to twenty years old.
They also wore robes embroidered with Medicine Cauldrons, but theirs were all gray.
Only the two young men standing beside the white-robed youth had green Medicine Cauldron emblems.
Jiang Jichen had indeed bumped into Qingya by accident, but 'weren't their words a bit too aggressive?'
'And they even said I was courting death?'
'Did they want to kill him just for bumping into Qingya?'
He couldn't help but frown, but he didn't lash out. He turned to Qingya apologetically and said, "Miss, I'm terribly sorry for bumping into you just now."
